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

Chapter 241

Chapter 241 It’s Not Her

Turn

Eric’s felt a wave of unease crash over him. His grip on the phone tightened. “Linda, where are you?”

“I… I don’t know…” Her voice trembled, laced with fear and barely contained sobs. “Eric… I don’t know where I am. It’s dark, and-” A choked breath. “I’m scared!”

“Stay put! I’m coming. Quentin is searching too–just don’t move, do you hear me?”

After hanging up, he slammed his foot on the gas pedal, the engine roaring as he tore through the streets, heading straight for the west side of the city.

“Mr. Flynn!”

By the time Eric arrived, Quentin had already located Linda’s car. But something was wrong. The car door was wide open. And Linda was nowhere in sight.

Eric’s eyes scanned the dark surroundings, his pulse quickening. She wouldn’t have gone far. Maybe she stepped out for air and lost her way.

“We need to search the area,” Eric said, his voice firm. “She should be close by.”

Quentin nodded. “Understood. Mr. Flynn, let’s stay in contact.”

“Right.”

The road ahead was desolate, the darkness stretching endlessly. With barely any streetlights, Eric had to rely on his phone’s flashlight to cut through the thick shadows.

“Linda!” His voice echoed into the night. “It’s Eric! If you can hear me, answer me!”

He trudged forward, his footsteps crunching over the frozen ground. The further he went, the more

treacherous the mountain path became. The sleet stung his face, his visibility reduced to almost nothing.

Then–his phone buzzed. Quentin.

He quickly answered, “Hello?”

“Mr. Flynn, we found Miss Harris. She’s injured, but-” A brief hesitation. “She refuses to come with me. She

won’t budge. We need you here.”

Eric exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple.

“Where are you? I’ll be there–hold on.”

0.0%

**

1+

O

14:15

O

<

< Chapter 241 It’s Not Her Turn

Just as the call ended, his phone rang again. Another call?

A sharp gust of wind suddenly blew past him, carrying ice and snowflakes straight into his eyes. He wires. instinctively squeezing them shut

His footing slipped. The phone new from his grasp, crashing against the frozen earth.

Eric’s breath caught as he watched its light flicker a few feet away. It was still finging

Who could it be?

Hadley?

away from it but the

curling

once more.

His mind raced.

in trouble? Had something happened? If she needed him, if she was hurt, alone, waiting for

clenched at the thought. He

muscles, he lunged forward, stretching his arm as far

feet desperately scrambling for purchase,

tumbled down the slope.

wakefulness when the sharp trill of her

silence.

be calling at this

Joy?

glow of the screen, she glanced at the

awake. After the exhausting chaos of the night, could she not get even a

annoyance bubbling in her chest, she sighed and swiped to answer. “Yes, what is

“Hadley!”

did. “Mr. Flynn is injured–it’s

before she could

sat frozen, the phone still pressed to her

be out looking for Linda. How could he be injured? And seriously injured? Her mind raced with possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last. Without wasting another

18.0%

:::

+– x+

O

+– x+

14:15

111

O

<

241 It’s Not

covers and shot

the time she reached the staircase, a pair of headlights flashed through the

to the hospital was a blur.

Ernest had already gotten there, waiting just outside the emergency

Hadley called, her voice tight. She rushed toward him, her face

with a sigh. “The doctors did an initial check–Eric’s injuries

nodding slightly.

didn’t comfort her. Not life–threatening? That was

his injuries? Broken

the trauma center swung open, and a doctor stepped out. Ernest was on his

taken to the operating room immediately. His

what the trauma center can

felt an invisible force press

tightened, his decision immediate. “Understood. I’ll sign

make sure you do everything you can.”

do our

room and straight into the operating theater. Hadley didn’t even get a glimpse of

her stomach as she and Ernest found themselves in the waiting area outside the OR.

He reached out and

afraid.” His voice was calm, unwavering. “Eric will be fine. The

her throat dry. “I know, Ernest,” she murmured. Her hands were tightly clasped in

brother. He had the resources, the best doctors, modern medicine–Eric would survive. And yet, Hadley’s heart

like an eternity,

the room, but Hadley quickly realized–he hadn’t come

was here too.

I’ll leave Eric to you,” he

gaze, hesitating for only a fraction of a second before

41.1%

+4

C

14:15

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255