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?

himself upright, his

and he clenched his jaw, snapping

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

Ernest still hadn’t worked up the courage to explain the

taking in the scolding. After a pause,

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wasn’t entirely Quentin’s fault; he had

nannies had been hired, rotating shifts

It was two in the morning. How

Quentin explained,

tucked him in, and everything

hours later, the bed was empty! In a panic, she had rushed straight to Quentin to report it right

reviewed the security

the video showed the toddler quietly slipping out of the house and wandering into the night. According to the time logs, the child had already been missing

the phone