Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 548:

Ernest’s brows furrowed. “Nothing?”

“Nothing,” Quentin confirmed. “We’ve cross-checked all the children around three years old—factoring in a margin of six months—but none match the profile.”

“Understood.” Ernest exhaled slowly, the weight of disappointment settling on his shoulders.

He tapped his fingers against the desk, deep in thought. “If they’re not in any of the orphanages, then we need to expand the search. There’s a strong possibility they were adopted.”

Quentin nodded. “We’ll adjust our approach immediately.”

Ernest nodded in approval, but then, as if remembering something, he shifted his gaze back to Quentin.

“Speaking of which…” His voice took on a sharper edge. “Any updates on the other matter?”

Quentin gave a slight nod. “Regarding that matter…”

passing moment. His brow furrowed, thoughts turning

breath and gave a slow nod. “Understood. It’s late—you should get

“Yes, Mr. Flynn.”

the door closed behind Quentin, Ernest wheeled himself

the bedside, he paused, and then slowly pulled open the nightstand drawer. Inside lay a small,

There it was—the tortoiseshell hairpin. His fingers traced over its smooth, polished

– ????? ????????

“Ernest?”

stepped inside, a cup

were asleep,” she said softly. “I knocked, but you didn’t answer. What are you—” Her voice abruptly cut

his fingers closed tightly around the hairpin, trying

asked, her

turned ice-cold as she stepped forward, her voice sharp with accusation. “I saw it, Ernest! Don’t bother hiding it.” Her free hand clenched at her side as she glared at

down,” Ernest said evenly, though

forgotten what I promised