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

Chapter 238

Chapter 238 The Worst Timing

Eric stood watching Hadley intently, a quiet hopefulness glimmering behind his eyes, clearly waiting for her

response.

A slight discomfort crept through Hadley, and she fidgeted nervously in his hold, skirting around his question.

“Why don’t you try the pear first? It’ll get too cold if you keep waiting. Let me get you a spoon.”

Was Hadley avoiding him?

Yet Eric noticed immediately, clearly sensing the unease hiding beneath her evasion.

Still, she hadn’t openly turned him down.

Holding her closer, he stubbornly refused to loosen his grip. “You’re being evasive again. Is admitting you like

me really such a big deal?”

He bent toward her, stealing a gentle kiss. “Forget the spoon. I’ll grab one myself. You took the time to cook

this, and I intend to enjoy every bite.”

Finally letting go, he headed toward the cupboard.

As Hadley watched him go, a wave of dizziness suddenly washed over her.

For a fleeting second, uncertainty tugged at her resolve.

She quietly wondered if things might actually work out, if Eric might keep caring about Joy, if maybe this could

be their chance.

Yet as soon as the thought came, her vision wavered, and her heartbeat quickened uncomfortably.

Reaching for support, Hadley leaned against the kitchen island, waiting anxiously until the spinning sensation

and rapid pulse faded away.

At Flynn Mansion.

Hours past midnight.

The harsh ring of Ernest’s phone woke him from sleep. Quentin’s name flashed urgently on the screen.

He answered quickly. “What is it?”

“Mr. Flynn!” Quentin’s usually steady voice cracked with anxiety. “The boy’s missing!”

Missing?

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pushed himself upright, his mind suddenly

he clenched his jaw, snapping into the phone, “You had one job–watching a toddler and you couldn’t even handle that?”

Quentin, and Ernest still hadn’t worked

other end, Quentin remained

his composure. It wasn’t entirely Quentin’s fault; he had

hired, rotating shifts specifically to keep close tabs on the

walked to the window. It was two in

tucked him in, and everything appeared perfectly

on him a few hours later, the bed was

a panic, she had rushed straight to

security footage and alerted the guards. Disturbingly, the video showed the toddler quietly slipping out of the house and wandering into the night. According to the time logs, the

gripping the phone tightly, shadows deepening

Flynn,” Quentin added carefully, “I’ve already informed the police, and our security team

area now.”

that could be done was already in

no updates

seriousness of the situation and knew he had to inform Ernest right away.

me exactly where you are.”

just outside the

Flynn estate after setting everything in motion, knowing that Ernest wouldn’t be able

said with a brief nod. “Stay put. I’ll join

and made his way toward the

as he stepped into the hallway, Linda appeared unexpectedly before him.

Ernest halted abruptly, a flicker of worry crossing his face.

together had taught Linda

penetrating gaze, she asked calmly, “What’s so urgent that you

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a vague tone, “Quentin called,

exactly?” Linda’s skepticism

Ernest faltered

and tell me clearly: what’s urgent enough to drag you out of the

to his regular work in the family company yet, still stuck in rECOVERY

Finest kid no dear reason to leave so suddenly

something far more troubling beneath the

over the months, seemed on the brink of

“Linda.”

flickered uneasily, but he knew the moment had come.

the child would return to their home, and

go as planned.

for the perfect opportunity to speak with Linda, yet unforeseen developments hat compelled

situation had left him with little

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