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.

flew from his grasp, crashing

light flicker a few feet away. It was

it

reached out, his fingertips brushing the ice just inches away

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

pounded against his ribs. His

she was hurt, alone,

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forward, stretching his arm as far as it could go. But then,

loose, icy soil provided nothing to hold onto and he tumbled

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

Joy?

the screen, she

Phillips?

through her, snapping her 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,

“Yes, what is it?”