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

Chapter 696:

Then—his phone buzzed. Quentin.

He quickly answered,

“Hello?”

“Mr. Flynn, we found Miss Harris. She’s injured, but—” A brief hesitation. “She refuses to come with me. She won’t budge. We need you here.”

Eric exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple.

“Where are you? I’ll be there—hold on.”

Just as the call ended, his phone rang again. Another call?

A sharp gust of wind suddenly blew past him, carrying ice and snowflakes straight into his eyes. He winced, instinctively squeezing them shut.

slipped. The phone flew from his grasp, crashing against the

its light flicker

could it

his fingertips brushing the ice just inches away from it—but the phone was still out

under his breath, frustration curling in his gut. But then, the phone lit up

pounded against his ribs. His mind raced. Was it

needed him, if she was hurt, alone, waiting for him— His jaw clenched

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the stiffness in his muscles, he lunged forward, stretching his arm as far

scrambling for purchase, but the loose, icy soil provided nothing to hold onto and

half-drifting between sleep and wakefulness when the sharp trill of her ringtone shattered the silence. Who would be

Joy?

dim glow of the

Phillips?

further awake. After the exhausting chaos of the night, could she not get even a moment’s rest? Suppressing the annoyance bubbling in her chest, she sighed and

“Yes, what is it?”