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.

phone flew from his grasp, crashing against

flicker a few feet away.

it

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

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

ribs. His mind raced. Was it

was hurt, alone, waiting for him— His jaw clenched at the thought. He had

𝕺𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖔𝖓 𝓰𝖆𝖑𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖘.𝖈𝖔𝖒

his muscles, he lunged forward, stretching his arm as far as

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

when the sharp trill of her ringtone shattered the silence. Who would be calling at

Joy?

glow of the screen, she glanced at the caller

Phillips?

through her, snapping her further awake. After the exhausting chaos of the night, could she not get even

“Yes, what is it?”