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?

pushed himself upright, his mind suddenly sharp and

across his face, and he clenched his jaw, snapping into the

a toddler—and you couldn’t even handle

staying with Quentin, and Ernest still hadn’t worked up the courage to explain the

silent, taking in the scolding. After a pause, Ernest exhaled deeply, attempting

𝖀𝖑𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊: g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽𝖼𝗈𝗺

he had responsibilities

nannies had been hired, rotating shifts specifically to keep close tabs on the

in the

Quentin explained,

tucked him in, and

was empty! In a panic, she had rushed straight to Quentin to report it

reviewed the security footage and

showed the toddler quietly slipping out of the house and wandering into the night. According to the

frozen, gripping the phone tightly, shadows deepening across his