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.
wheel, his knuckles turning white. A dull ache pulsed through his leg, growing sharper with every
fell thick and heavy, blanketing the deserted factory district in an eerie
no towering buildings in sight, just rows of dilapidated structures, their
a musty stench that clung to the concrete walls. Inside the low, shabby houses, the floor was
dangled from the ceiling, feeding into an old incandescent bulb that flickered with an
reeked of unease.
the dimly lit hall, a buzz–cut man, somewhere in his late thirties
welled up from exhaustion. “What’s this about?” he muttered, his voice thick with sleep. “It’s late. I need to
the moment Eric stepped inside. His gaze locked onto the buzz–cut
he strode toward the table, planting both hands on the surface, his body leaning forward. “Where’s my
blinked in
“Phillips!”
it toward the man’s face. “Look closely!
his voice dragging as he
real looker!”
question!” Phillips gritted his teeth. “Where did you take
as if sifting through his scattered thoughts.
left his lips. “How do you expect me to remember such details?”
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taking in the sheer number of men standing before him–the wealth, the power–he knew. This wasn’t
be tapped
I remember,
toward Eric, his
was clear. This man was the
in a slow, deliberate motion, his fingers rubbing together as if he
you what you want to know, what
stare turned
his voice snapping like a whip. “If the information is real, money’s not an issue!”
“Hold of.”
hand, halting Phillips in his
is it,
something near the man’s feet. His breath hitched, his body tensing as he slowly bent down, fingers closing around a red cashmere cardigan. Hadley’s.
like wildfire. A slow–burning fury that erupted all
brutal kick–sending the chair, and the man in it, crashing to the ground!
“Mr. Flynn!”
“Eric
Linda’s sharp gasp as she pushed Ernest’s wheelchair into the room.
it wasn’t
his collar and yanking him upright. Then -another
“Mr. Flynn!
visibly unsettled. This wasn’t like him
didn’t care.
voice a low, menacing growl. “Where is my
out
shifting toward the red cardigan clenched in
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woman is your wife?” he said, as if savoring the revelation.
back slightly, he exhaled with a smirk. “If you’d just said
beauty, that one…”
really want to push your luck today?‘
himself forward, fists flying–each punch landing with crushing force.
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