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.

entire night combing the area, leading searches

Eventually, dawn broke…

closed his eyes all

After all, Hadley had been missing for

left without a coat, without her phone—without

family, no close friends

was she now?

still here, unharmed? Why

stood at the foot of the stairs, arms crossed, her face drawn with

grim. They had scoured every inch of Rayton Road.

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

had vanished. As if she

attempting

is

Nyla sighed, her voice

hand on her shoulder. “I know you’re worried. We all are. But you can’t help Hadley if you’re running on

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