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.

the area, leading

Eventually, dawn broke…

hadn’t closed his eyes

impossible. After all, Hadley had been missing

left without a coat, without her

no family, no close friends

was she now? Alone? Freezing?

was he still here, unharmed? Why wasn’t

of the stairs, arms crossed, her face

grim. They had scoured every inch of Rayton Road. Still—nothing. No check-ins at hotels, inns,

her at train stations, airports—not

As if she had never

attempting to soften the unbearable

Ernest, Eric—breakfast is ready. You should

her voice heavy, her

you’re worried. We all

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