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
the deserted factory district in an eerie silence.
in sight, just rows of dilapidated structures, their metal sheets rusted from years
musty stench that clung to the concrete walls. Inside the low, shabby houses, the
copper wire dangled from the ceiling, feeding into an old incandescent
atmosphere reeked
somewhere in his late thirties or early forties, sat slumped between two large men gripping
exhaustion. “What’s this about?” he muttered, his voice thick with sleep.
the moment Eric stepped inside. His gaze locked onto
slow, deliberate movements, he strode toward the table, planting both hands on the surface, his body leaning forward. “Where’s my wife?”
blinked in confusion. “Huh? Your wife?”
“Phillips!”
and thrusting it toward the man’s face. “Look closely!
man murmured, his voice dragging as he took
a real looker!”
did you
paused, as if sifting
lazy chuckle left his lips. “How do you expect me
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gaze flickered across the room, taking in the sheer number of men standing before him–the wealth, the power–he knew.
smirk, be
me think… I remember,
gaze flicked toward Eric, his smirk deepening.
This man was the
buzz–cut man smirked, raising his hand in a slow, deliberate motion, his fingers rubbing together as if he was counting
I tell you what you want to know,
stare turned razor–sharp–lethal
“If the information is real, money’s not an
“Hold of.”
halting
is it, Mr. Flynn?”
hitched, his body tensing as he
wildfire. A slow–burning fury that erupted all
hesitation, Eric pivoted, his leg snapping out in a brutal kick–sending the chair, and
“Mr. Flynn!”
“Eric
Linda’s sharp gasp as
wasn’t over.
him upright. Then -another punch. A sickening crunch echoed through the room as blood splattered onto the
“Mr. Flynn!
This wasn’t like
Eric didn’t
menacing growl. “Where is my wife? What the
buzz–cut man let out a strangled, bloodied
into a twisted grin, his gaze shifting toward the
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your wife?” he said,
a smirk. “If you’d just
beauty, that one…”
want to push
launched himself forward, fists flying–each punch landing with crushing
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