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.

The phone flew from his grasp, crashing against the

flicker a few

it be?

brushing the ice just inches away from it—but the phone was

in his gut.

heart pounded against his ribs. His mind raced. Was it

she was hurt, alone, waiting

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he lunged forward, stretching his arm as far as it could go. But then, the ground beneath him

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

between sleep and wakefulness when the sharp trill of her ringtone shattered

Joy?

the dim glow of the screen, she glanced at the caller

Phillips?

the exhausting chaos of the night, could she not get even a moment’s rest? Suppressing the annoyance bubbling

“Yes, what is it?”