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

Chapter 685:

She quietly wondered if things might actually work out, if Eric might keep caring about Joy, if maybe this could be their chance.

Yet as soon as the thought came, her vision wavered, and her heartbeat quickened uncomfortably.

Reaching for support, Hadley leaned against the kitchen island, waiting anxiously until the spinning sensation and rapid pulse faded away.

At Flynn Mansion.

Hours past midnight.

The harsh ring of Ernest’s phone woke him from sleep. Quentin’s name flashed urgently on the screen.

He answered quickly.

“What is it?”

“Mr. Flynn!” Quentin’s usually steady voice cracked with anxiety.

“The boy’s missing!”

Missing?

his

his face, and he clenched his jaw,

job—watching a toddler—and you couldn’t even handle

Quentin, and Ernest still hadn’t worked up the courage to explain the boy’s

the scolding. After a pause, Ernest exhaled deeply, attempting

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wasn’t entirely Quentin’s fault; he had

shifts specifically to keep

walked to the window. It was two in the morning. How

Quentin explained,

nanny tucked him in, and everything appeared perfectly

she checked on him a few hours later, the bed was empty! In a panic, she had rushed straight to Quentin to report

immediately reviewed the security footage and alerted the

house and wandering into the

phone