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…”

his expression darkening with each passing moment.

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

“Yes, Mr. Flynn.”

himself toward the bedroom, his mind still clouded

then slowly pulled open the nightstand drawer. Inside

its surface before lifting the lid. There it was—the tortoiseshell hairpin. His fingers traced over its smooth,

– ?????

“Ernest?”

Linda stepped inside, a cup of warm milk in

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

his fingers closed tightly around the hairpin, trying to conceal it from

hiding?” she asked, her

it.” Her free hand

down,” Ernest said evenly,

forgotten what I