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.

had spent the entire night combing the area, leading searches

Eventually, dawn broke…

closed his eyes

Hadley had been missing for almost 24

a coat,

no family, no close friends in

she now? Alone?

he still here, unharmed? Why wasn’t he

foot of the stairs, arms

report from Quentin and Phillips was grim. They had scoured every inch of Rayton Road. Still—nothing.

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

if she had

room, attempting to soften the

is ready. You

can I?” Nyla sighed, her voice heavy,

We

tone turning more insistent. “And you—you’re still recovering. Skipping