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.
hands gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. A dull ache pulsed through his leg,
fell thick and heavy, blanketing the deserted factory district in an
dilapidated structures,
stench that clung to the concrete walls.
an old incandescent bulb
atmosphere reeked of
lit hall, a buzz–cut man, 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. “It’s late. I need to get some
the moment Eric stepped inside. His gaze locked onto the
strode toward the table, planting both hands on
man blinked in
“Phillips!”
his command, Phillips stepped forward, unlocking his phone and thrusting it toward the man’s
man murmured, his voice dragging as he took in
a real
“Where did you take her after
paused, as if sifting through
lazy chuckle left his lips. “How do you expect me to remember
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room, taking in the sheer number of men standing before him–the wealth, the power–he knew. This wasn’t an
be tapped his temple.
me think… I remember,
gaze flicked toward Eric, his smirk
This man was the
hand in a slow, deliberate motion, his fingers rubbing together as if he was counting
what you want to know, what
turned
voice snapping like a whip. “If the
“Hold of.”
lifted a hand, halting Phillips in
it, Mr.
breath hitched, his body tensing as he
A slow–burning fury that erupted all at once.
Eric pivoted, his leg snapping out in a brutal kick–sending the chair, and the
“Mr. Flynn!”
“Eric
followed by Linda’s sharp gasp as she pushed Ernest’s
it wasn’t
could stop him, grabbing the fallen man by his collar and yanking him upright. Then -another punch. A sickening
“Mr. Flynn!
This wasn’t like him at
didn’t
his voice a low, menacing growl. “Where is my wife? What the hell did you do to her?”
let out a
shifting toward the red
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so that woman is your wife?” he said, as
smirk. “If you’d just said so earlier,
beauty,
push your luck today?‘
himself forward, fists flying–each punch
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