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.

turning white. A dull ache pulsed through his

the deserted

towering buildings in sight, just rows of dilapidated structures, their metal sheets rusted from

laced with a musty stench that clung to the concrete walls. Inside the low, shabby houses, the floor was nothing more than

the ceiling, feeding into an old incandescent

reeked

his late thirties or early forties, sat slumped between two

welled up from exhaustion. “What’s this about?”

the moment Eric stepped inside. His gaze locked onto the buzz–cut man

the table, planting both hands on the surface, his body leaning forward. “Where’s my

man blinked in confusion.

“Phillips!”

phone and thrusting it toward the man’s face. “Look closely!

murmured, his voice dragging as he took in the photo.

a real looker!”

Phillips gritted his teeth. “Where did

man paused, as if sifting through his

his lips. “How do you expect me to remember such details?”

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his gaze flickered across the room, taking in the sheer number of men standing before him–the

be

me think… I remember, I remember,

Eric, his smirk deepening.

was clear. This man was

silence. The buzz–cut man smirked, raising his hand in a slow, deliberate motion, his fingers rubbing together as if he was counting money.

I tell you what you want to know, what do

stare turned razor–sharp–lethal

whip. “If the information is real, money’s not an issue!”

“Hold of.”

lifted a hand, halting

is it, Mr. Flynn?”

downward–toward something near the man’s feet. His breath hitched, his body tensing as he slowly bent down, fingers closing around a red

A slow–burning fury that erupted all

his leg snapping out in a brutal kick–sending the chair, and the man in it, crashing to

“Mr. Flynn!”

“Eric

out, followed by Linda’s sharp gasp as

wasn’t over.

him, grabbing the fallen man by his collar and yanking him upright. Then -another punch. A sickening crunch echoed through the room as blood splattered onto

“Mr. Flynn!

visibly unsettled. This wasn’t like him at all.

didn’t care.

“Where is my wife? What

buzz–cut man let out

curled into a twisted grin, his gaze shifting toward the red

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wife?” he said,

he exhaled with a smirk. “If you’d just said so earlier, I might’ve remembered

beauty, that

to push

forward, fists flying–each punch landing with

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