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

Chapter 979:

Though the camera didn’t capture the exact moment Hadley was taken—she had been abducted in a blind spot—once the van hit the main road, it showed up on traffic cams.

“Can you zoom in on this vehicle?” Denver asked, pointing at the grainy footage.

“Just a moment.”

The image enlarged, but the license plate remained blurry.

“Can we enhance this?”

“Yes. Give me a few seconds.”

The technician worked quickly, adjusting the frame and cleaning up the pixels. Slowly, the numbers and letters became clear.

Denver leaned in—and then his eyes lit up. “That’s it! That’s the vehicle! I need its travel records and final destination—immediately.”

“On it.”

A tense moment passed.

Moran,” the officer called out. “We’ve got it. The vehicle

caught—but only

“Perfect. Thank you!”

from the station, got in his car, and hit the road—eyes set on Blisey Dock, hands clenched tightly on

Scott family’s warehouse

a chair in the center of the room, wrists tied tightly behind her, ankles lashed to the chair legs. A strip of tape sealed her mouth, muffling any attempts

single dim bulb swung overhead, casting a dull, flickering orange glow that made the shadows dance across the bare concrete

updates live on

hours. Her

heavy door creaked

Someone stepped

his face obscured by a cap and

identity hidden, but his confidence evident in every

“Hello, Miss Pearson.”

polite. He stopped a few feet in front of her, hands in his pockets, as if they were having