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.”

course.” Quentin closed his mouth immediately,

the hospital ward.

in Eric? As Quentin suggested, involving

was the

Hadley’s interest in

make more sense to return and spend the remaining time with Joy?

her bag and exited the

was rush hour, with crowds filling entertainment

jostle nearly sent Hadley

nearby stranger who helped

something amiss. She reached for

scanning the crowd urgently.

individual who

“Criminal!”

thief, notably his black baseball

glanced back,

there! It’s you!”

the crowd, Hadley pursued the man in the black cap.

“Stop running! Ah…”

“Stop!”

nowhere, another figure dashed past

familiar–it

hardly expecting to encounter him under these circumstances. As she watched Denver chase after the thief, concerns about his previously

injury healed enough for him

swift kick to the thief’s knee, sending him to the ground.

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me the watch

“Humph.”

into his pocket and emerging with a knife, which

brief struggle, the thief shoved Denver to the ground

out as she reached him.

of him on the ground turned her face white, her legs giving

“It’s nothing serious…”

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

need to get you to a hospital right away!” She assisted him to his feet, ready to support him to

sorry I couldn’t retrieve your

worried about the

with a shake of her head. She would never

a cab. Let’s

“Got it.”

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

close by.”

of confusion in his voice. “I arrived at the agreed time but there’s no sign

What?

Eric’s brows.

“Alright.”

immediately dialed Hadley’s number.

be upset

give up, Eric tried once more. This time, the call

“Hello.”