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
and heavy, blanketing the deserted factory district in an
were no towering buildings in sight, just rows of dilapidated structures, their metal sheets
air was damp, laced with a musty stench that clung to the concrete walls. Inside
copper wire dangled from the ceiling, feeding into an old incandescent bulb that flickered with an irritating
reeked of unease.
somewhere in his late thirties
from exhaustion. “What’s this about?” he muttered, his voice thick with sleep. “It’s late. I need to get some rest.”
shifted the moment Eric stepped inside. His gaze locked onto
toward the table, planting both hands on the surface,
in confusion. “Huh? Your wife?”
“Phillips!”
and thrusting it toward the man’s face. “Look closely!
voice dragging as he took
a real looker!”
gritted his teeth. “Where did you take her after she got into
buzz–cut man paused, as if sifting through his scattered
slow, lazy chuckle left his lips. “How
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number of men standing before him–the wealth, the power–he knew. This wasn’t an ordinary
smirk, be
I remember, I remember,
flicked toward Eric, his smirk deepening.
was the one in charge.
smirked, raising his hand in a slow,
what you want to
stare turned razor–sharp–lethal
forward, his voice snapping like a whip. “If the information
“Hold of.”
lifted a hand, halting Phillips
it,
body tensing as he slowly bent down, fingers closing around a
like wildfire. A slow–burning fury that erupted all at once.
out in a brutal kick–sending the chair, and the man
“Mr. Flynn!”
“Eric
out, followed by Linda’s sharp gasp as she pushed Ernest’s wheelchair
wasn’t over.
his collar and yanking him upright. Then -another punch. A sickening crunch echoed
“Mr. Flynn!
wasn’t like him
Eric didn’t care.
low, menacing growl. “Where is my wife?
let out a
his gaze shifting toward
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wife?” he said, as if savoring the
smirk. “If you’d just said so earlier,
the beauty, that
to push your luck today?‘
forward,
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