Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 179

Chapter 179 Don’t Take Hadley’s Things

The buzz–cut man wheezed, gasping through the pain, his body trembling from the brutal beating.

“Don’t let her fool you–that woman is a menace! Even after I had her cornered, she smashed through the car window with a kick! She grabbed a glass shard–stabbed me with it!”

To prove his words, he yanked up his sleeve, revealing a mess of jagged cuts and dried blood.

“Look! She did this! All of it!”

Tears streaked his face, his bravado shattered.

“Shut up!” Eric snapped. “Stop your pathetic whining–I asked you where she is!”

“I–I don’t know…”

Still nothing.

Eric’s grip tightened, his rage swelling like a storm. Exhaling sharply, his gaze dropped to Linda, still clinging desperately to his waist. “Linda.” He locked eyes with her, his tone dangerously steady. “Move. I’m going to kill him!”

The bastard wouldn’t talk until he was staring death in the face.

“No!” Her pulse pounded, but she didn’t waver. “I think… he really doesn’t know!”

“I swear! I really don’t know!” The man sobbed, his breath ragged. “She stabbed me and then bolted out of the car! I… I tried, but I couldn’t catch up!”

“Eric!”

Linda’s voice cut through the tension, her grip tightening around him as she looked up at his face. “I think he’s telling the truth. At this point, lying wouldn’t help him.”

Eric understood, but his chest felt heavy. Where the hell could Hadley have gone?

If she had fought back with a glass shard, was she hurt, too?

His eyes snapped open. “Where?”

The man blinked through his swollen face, confused. “W–What? What do you mean–where?”

‘Unless you want to die, tell me where she ran off to?”

“Eric!” Linda tightened her grip, pulling him back just as his body tensed.

“I know! I know!”

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The man nearly choked on his words, his entire body trembling with fear.

Road!” he blurted out, his voice cracking. “She got off there! That’s where we lost her!”

“I swear! I don’t know anything else! She ran, and that’s it! That’s all I know–I swear on my

Rayton Road.

his brows slightly furrowed. After a moment,

he regarded the shaking man on the

was

life, but here, in Srixby, I have ways to make every single day a living hell for

Ernest pressed a button on his wheelchair and

“Quentin.”

crisp, professional. “I’ll

Rayton Road.

quiet–an isolated stretch with no signs of life.

there was no telling where could

had spent the entire night combing the area, leading

Eventually, dawn broke…

hadn’t closed his eyes

was impossible. After all, Hadley had been missing for almost 24

a coat, without her

no close friends in

was she now?,

of all–why was he still here, unharmed?

arms crossed, her face drawn with anxiety. “Where could she

Quentin and Phillips was grim. They had scoured every inch of Rayton Road. Still–nothing. No check–ins at hotels, inns,

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her at train stations, airports–not

if she had never existed.

stepped into the room, attempting

ready. You

I?” Nyla sighed, her voice heavy, her

hand on her shoulder. “I know you’re worried. We all

to Ernest, her tone turning more insistent.

but then gave a short nod. “Alright.”

staring

rough, barely above a whisper.

started, but then-

be.” Ernest’s voice cut through the room, calm yet absolute. “He’s

just pitying Hadley, was he?

Upstairs.

to his own room. Instead, his feet carried him toward Hadley’s. He walked in, barely registering

he inhaled deeply–clinging

you,

her

point, a knock

Phillips.

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