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

watched its light flicker a few feet away.

could it be?

reached out, his fingertips brushing the ice just inches away from it—but

stopped. Eric cursed under his breath, frustration curling in his gut. But then, the phone lit up once

his ribs. His mind

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

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stretching his arm as far as it

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

trill of her ringtone shattered the

Joy?

the dim glow of the screen, she glanced

Phillips?

she not get even a moment’s rest? Suppressing the annoyance bubbling in her chest, she sighed

“Yes, what is it?”