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.”

closed his mouth immediately, knowing

moved toward the

he confide in Eric? As Quentin suggested, involving Eric

was the better

Hadley’s interest in the movie faded

sense to return and

and exited the

was rush hour, with crowds

nowhere, a sudden jostle nearly sent Hadley stumbling.

nearby stranger who helped stabilize her.

you, I’m okay,” Hadley responded, just as she sensed something amiss. She reached for

around, scanning the crowd

was the same individual

“Criminal!”

notably his black baseball cap. “That man

glanced back, his

right there! It’s

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

“Stop running! Ah…”

“Stop!”

of nowhere, another figure dashed past her.

and familiar–it

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

healed enough for him to

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

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the watch

“Humph.”

into his pocket and emerging with a knife, which he swung

brief struggle, the thief shoved Denver to the ground and

Hadley called out as she reached

face white, her legs giving way as she knelt beside him.

“It’s nothing serious…”

smile while clutching his arm, which was starting to bleed. “Really, it’s

“This looks bad. We need to get you to a hospital right away!” She assisted him

regret. “I’m sorry

about the

head. She would never have pursued the thief if

cab. Let’s go.”

“Got it.”

cinema, Eric’s phone rang.

close by.”

at the agreed time but there’s no sign

What?

Eric’s brows. “Understood, I’ll try her

“Alright.”

Hadley’s number. As Sebastian had reported, there

Hadley be upset

to give up, Eric tried once more. This time,

“Hello.”