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

all, Hadley had been missing for

left without a coat,

had no family, no close friends

now?

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

stairs, arms crossed, her face drawn with anxiety.

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

at train stations, airports—not even a whisper in

had vanished. As if she had

room, attempting to

Eric—breakfast is ready.

can I?” Nyla sighed, her voice heavy, her arms

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

her tone turning more insistent. “And you—you’re