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

Chapter 230 Such A Generous Spirit

Ernest’s expression stiffened, and his lips formed a tight line as he paused.

“Eric…”

He couldn’t find the right words.

“Ernest.” Eric felt a cold of apprehension. “What is it? Why can’t you just say it?”

Ernest kept silent, refusing to speak.

“Ernest!” Eric’s voice rose, tinged with frustration. “Won’t you tell me?”

He guessed, asking, “Did you disappoint Linda somehow?”

Ernest’s reaction was telling–his eyes darted away, seeming to confirm Eric’s suspicions.

“Ernest!” Eric, shocked by the implications, moved closer and lowered his tone. “Talk to me!”

“Eric…” Ernest seemed tormented, his face contorted with hesitation.

“Ernest!”

At that moment, Quentin intervened, pulling Eric back gently. “Mr. Flynn, please, your brother knows what he’s doing. Please don’t press him.”

“Am I pressing him?”

Eric’s expression creased with worry as he stared at his brother.

“Ernest, you don’t have to involve me in your private affairs, but please, be sure of your actions!”

He gestured toward the hospital ward.

“Today, Linda just fainted due to low blood sugar. What if it’s worse next time? If something serious happens to her, will you still not be there for her?”

Ernest’s expression darkened upon hearing this, and he fell silent, seemingly lost for words.

Eric observed his brother quietly, his initial confusion and dissatisfaction giving way to a sense of helplessness. “I’ve said what I needed to say as your brother–go check on Linda. She was asking for you.”

With those words, Eric left the hospital ward decisively.

“Mr. Flynn.” Quentin turned to look at Ernest, who was silent, and suggested, “Maybe you should confide in your brother? He is your most trusted person, and his involvement could simplify things with Miss Harris.”

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“Stop.”

Ernest frowned deeply, looking at his assistant. “I have my strategy for handling this.”

mouth immediately, knowing

moved toward the hospital

suggested, involving Eric could be

was the better choice.

was gone, Hadley’s interest in the movie faded

it make more sense to return and spend the remaining

bag and exited the

was rush hour, with crowds

sudden jostle nearly sent

a nearby stranger who

sensed something amiss. She reached for

scanning the crowd urgently.

was the same individual

“Criminal!”

the appearance of the thief, notably his black

thief glanced back, his nerves apparent.

right there! It’s

crowd, Hadley pursued the man

“Stop running! Ah…”

“Stop!”

nowhere, another figure dashed past her.

and familiar–it was

under these circumstances. As she watched Denver chase after the thief, concerns about his previously injured

injury healed enough for him to

the distance and delivered a swift kick to the thief’s knee, sending

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me the

“Humph.”

scoffed, his hand diving into his pocket and emerging with a knife, which

shoved Denver to the

as

her legs giving way as she knelt beside him.

“It’s nothing serious…”

her, Denver managed a weak smile while clutching his arm, which

to get you to a hospital right away!” She assisted him to his

regret. “I’m sorry I

about the watch

would never have pursued the thief if she

cab. Let’s

“Got it.”

on the way to the cinema, Eric’s phone rang. It was Sebastian on

close by.”

confusion in his voice. “I arrived at the agreed time but there’s no sign of Miss Hadley, and she’s not answering her phone.”

What?

formed between Eric’s brows. “Understood, I’ll try

“Alright.”

Hadley’s number. As Sebastian had reported, there was no answer.

Hadley be upset about something?

up, Eric tried once more. This

“Hello.”