Chapter 178 The Fierce, Untamed Fire
Late into the night…
The house was heavy with tension. Everyone remained gathered in the living room, waiting–except for Nyla,
who had been too exhausted to keep up and was sent to rest by her grandsons.
Then, at last–Quentin strode in, his voice breaking the unbearable stillness. “We found the driver!”
The words had barely left his lips before Eric shot to his feet. “Where is he?”
Quentin didn’t hesitate. “Our people are on their way to him now.”
“Then let’s go.”
Eric’s voice was sharp, decisive.
Without another word, he turned on his heel and headed for the door.
“Linda!”
She turned to Ernest, blinking in surprise. “What is it, Ernest?”
Ernest met her gaze, his expression unwavering. “We’re going too.”
What? Her hands curled slightly at her sides. Even in the dim light, the faint pallor in her face was noticeable. “We? But your health-”
“I’ll be fine.”
Ernest brushed aside any hesitation with a decisive wave of his hand. “Hadley is like a sister to me.”
How could he possibly sit back when his sister was missing?
His gaze snapped toward Linda, sharp and unyielding. “If you don’t want to come, then stay here.”
Linda’s fingers twitched, her forced smile barely holding. “What are you talking about?” she said lightly, masking the sting. “Of course, I’m worried about Hadley too.”
Like a sister?
The thought almost made her laugh. That was nothing more than a convenient excuse.
But she had no intention of staying behind–not when she needed to keep an eye on him.
Suppressing the flicker of irritation, she softened her tone. “I just don’t want you overexerting yourself.” With a smooth motion, she stepped forward, gripping the wheelchair handles. “Let’s go together.”
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Ernest hesitated for a beat, but then nodded. “Alright.”
The night air was crisp, heavy with anticipation.
Eric stepped outside, his gaze sweeping over the lineup of cars. A flash of silver–gray caught his attention.
Denver. So, he hadn’t left?
Eric barely spared him a glance. If the man wanted to tag along, so be it. Without another thought, he slid into his own car as the convoy roared to life.
knuckles turning white. A dull ache pulsed through his leg, growing sharper
deserted factory district in
buildings in sight, just rows of dilapidated structures,
walls. Inside the low, shabby
the ceiling, feeding into an old incandescent bulb that
atmosphere reeked of unease.
late thirties or early forties,
from exhaustion. “What’s this about?” he muttered, his voice thick with sleep.
inside. His
hands on the
blinked in confusion. “Huh? Your wife?”
“Phillips!”
it toward the man’s face. “Look closely! Do you recognize her?”
man murmured, his voice dragging as he took in the photo.
a real looker!”
the damn question!” Phillips gritted his teeth. “Where did you take
paused, as if
chuckle left his lips. “How do you expect me to remember
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flickered across the room, taking in the sheer number of men standing before
be tapped
me think… I remember,
flicked toward Eric,
man was the one
smirked, raising his hand in a slow, deliberate motion, his fingers rubbing together as if he was counting money.
you what you want to know, what do I
stare turned razor–sharp–lethal
whip. “If the information is real,
“Hold of.”
hand, halting
near the man’s feet. His breath hitched, his body tensing
slow–burning fury that erupted all at
out in a brutal kick–sending
“Mr. Flynn!”
“Eric
sharp gasp as she pushed Ernest’s wheelchair into the room.
it wasn’t over.
and yanking him upright. Then -another punch. A sickening crunch echoed
“Mr. Flynn!
wasn’t like him at all.
Eric didn’t
clenched, his voice a low, menacing growl. “Where is my wife? What the hell did you
man let out a strangled, bloodied
into a twisted grin, his gaze shifting toward the red cardigan clenched in
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so that woman is your wife?” he said, as if
exhaled with a smirk. “If you’d just said so earlier,
the beauty, that one…”
want to push your
forward, fists flying–each punch
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