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.

“She got off

his expression. “I swear! I don’t know anything else! She ran,

Rayton Road.

wheelchair, Ernest sat in quiet contemplation, his brows slightly furrowed. After a moment, he spoke. “Eric, that’s

gaze, he regarded the shaking man on the

voice was calm–but chilling.

lie–I won’t take your life, but here, in Srixby, I have ways to make every single day a living

button on his wheelchair and turned

“Quentin.”

Quentin immediately stepped forward, his movements crisp, professional. “I’ll send someone to Rayton Road right

Rayton Road.

was eerily quiet–an isolated stretch with no

off here, there was no telling where could

and Phillips had spent the entire night combing the

Eventually, dawn broke…

hadn’t closed his eyes all night.

After all, Hadley had

had left without a coat, without her phone–without anything.

family, no close friends

she now?,

of all–why was he still here, unharmed? Why wasn’t he

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

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

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stations, airports–not even

As if

room, attempting

is ready. You

sighed, her voice heavy, her arms tightening around herself.

We all are. But you

more insistent.

hesitated, but then gave a

Eric, who stood motionless, staring blankly

voice was rough, barely above a whisper. “Grandma, Ernest–you should eat, but I can’t.”

started, but then-

the room, calm yet absolute. “He’s the one

stiffened. Ernest wasn’t just pitying Hadley, was he? He was

Upstairs.

toward Hadley’s. He walked in, barely registering his movements, and collapsed onto her bed fully clothed, his body heavy

his face into her pillow, he inhaled deeply–clinging to the faint traces of her scent.

you,

even here, lying in the warmth of her

blurred. At some point, a knock sounded at the door.

Phillips.

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