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.”

Quentin closed his mouth immediately, knowing better than

moved toward the hospital ward.

involving Eric could be advantageous. Yet he was hesitant.

was the better choice.

interest in the movie faded

make more sense to return and spend the remaining

her bag and exited the cinema.

rush hour, with crowds filling entertainment spots after work.

nowhere, a sudden jostle nearly sent Hadley

you alright?” asked a nearby stranger who helped stabilize

something amiss. She reached for her wrist, realizing her watch

scanning the

the same individual who had bumped

“Criminal!”

recalled the appearance of the thief, notably his

back, his

right there!

crowd, Hadley pursued the man in the

“Stop running! Ah…”

“Stop!”

another figure dashed

familiar–it was Denver.

circumstances. As she watched Denver chase

healed enough for him

swift kick to the thief’s knee, sending

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me the

“Humph.”

into his pocket and

brief struggle, the thief shoved Denver to the ground and fled.

Hadley called out as she reached

turned her face white, her legs giving way as she knelt beside him. “Denver, are you

“It’s nothing serious…”

reassure her, Denver managed a weak smile while clutching his arm, which was starting to bleed. “Really, it’s just a scratch

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

with regret. “I’m sorry I couldn’t retrieve your

worried about the watch now?”

apology with a shake of her head. She would never have pursued the thief if she had known

cab.

“Got it.”

phone rang. It was Sebastian on

I’m close

agreed time

What?

brows. “Understood,

“Alright.”

call and immediately dialed Hadley’s number. As Sebastian had reported, there was

upset

once more. This time, the

“Hello.”