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.

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

sighed heavily, trailing after

Denver jolted awake to his phone’s insistent ring. He had stayed put, awaiting news, and had nodded off on the lounge’s couch. He grabbed

“Hello? Marshall.”

person on the line said something that

Brady to the Scott family anyway? They’ve been turning the city upside down looking for him since yesterday. I actually got wind from them that he might be in Dracnesse

call, uninterested in Brady’s ties to the

he hung up, Hadley stepped out from the inner room,

“Hadley!”

like a lifeline. No words of comfort could rival

is word

flickering across her

“Dracnesse Town!”

startled, but then gasped as realization dawned. “That

to be solid,” Denver said with