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

Chapter 1173:

“Sir,” he called, climbing in, soaked from the downpour. “Got a lead! You nailed it—Noreen hired someone to look after Brady. They’re sharp, laying low in daylight and only slipping out under cover of night. Our team’s already on their trail!”

Eric’s eyes sparked with hope. “Where is he?”

“Hard to explain in words,” Cordell said, fumbling with his phone. “Here is the spot our people pinned down. I’ve sent it to you. Brady is there.”

Eric glanced at the location on his phone and sprang into action. “Let’s move.”

“Where to?” Cordell asked as Eric stepped out.

The rain had eased, leaving the ground slick underfoot. Eric shot Cordell a glance. “To bring Brady back.”

“Mr. Scott,” Cordell advised. “You don’t need to go yourself. Our team will handle it.”

“I’m done waiting,” Eric said, shaking his head, the deep shadows beneath his eyes betraying his exhaustion. He hadn’t caught a wink of sleep in two relentless days and nights. Rather than sit idle, he would fetch Brady himself.

map on his phone and set off, his bodyguards falling in

sighed heavily, trailing

put, awaiting news, and had nodded off on

“Hello? Marshall.”

said something that snapped Denver upright. “Really? Got it, thank

What is Brady to the Scott family anyway? They’ve been turning the city upside down looking for

cut the call,

out from the inner room, her face drawn

“Hadley!”

the call arriving like a lifeline. No words of comfort

me—there is word on Brady!” he

froze, disbelief flickering across her face. “Where… where

“Dracnesse Town!”

Hadley echoed, startled, but then gasped as realization dawned.

got to be