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

Eventually, dawn broke…

closed his eyes all

all, Hadley had been missing for almost 24

without a coat, without

no close friends in

now? Alone?

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

the stairs, arms crossed, her face

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

of her at train stations, airports—not even

vanished. As if she

the room, attempting to

Ernest, Eric—breakfast is ready. You

her voice heavy,

her shoulder. “I know you’re worried. We all are. But

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