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

Chapter 522:

In his wheelchair, Ernest sat in quiet contemplation, his brows slightly furrowed. After a moment, he spoke. “Eric, that’s enough. You can let him go now.”

Lowering his gaze, he regarded the shaking man on the floor with cold disdain.

His voice was calm—but chilling.

“Listen carefully. If even one word you’ve said is a lie—I won’t take your life, but here, in Srixby, I have ways to make every single day a living hell for you.”

Without another glance, Ernest pressed a button on his wheelchair and turned away. “Quentin.”

“Yes.” Quentin immediately stepped forward, his movements crisp, professional. “I’ll send someone to Rayton Road right away.”

Rayton Road.

The intersection was eerily quiet—an isolated stretch with no signs of life.

If Hadley had gotten off here, there was no telling where she could have gone.

Phillips had spent the entire night combing the area, leading searches

Eventually, dawn broke…

his

had been missing for

a coat, without her phone—without

had no family, no

now? Alone? Freezing?

all—why was he still here, unharmed? Why wasn’t he

of the stairs, arms crossed, her face drawn with anxiety. “Where

from Quentin and Phillips was grim. They had scoured every inch of Rayton Road. Still—nothing. No check-ins at hotels, inns, or

at train stations, airports—not even a whisper in accident

As if she

into the room, attempting

is

her voice heavy, her

a gentle hand on her shoulder. “I know you’re worried. We

gaze shifted to Ernest, her tone turning more insistent. “And you—you’re still recovering. Skipping