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

Chapter 1174:

“No arguments!” Denver cut in, arching a brow to nudge her. “Don’t you trust me?”

“I do!” Hadley answered swiftly.

Denver had vowed to help her the night before, and now this lead had surfaced. How could she doubt him?

“Then it’s settled.” Denver flashed a reassuring smile. “You stay here and look after Joy. I’ll head to Dracnesse Town and bring Brady home. Deal?”

“Alright.” After a brief pause, Hadley nodded, gratitude softening her voice. “Thank you.”

“Right, I’m heading out now.” Denver glanced at his watch, scooping up his phone and car keys.

Hadley handed him his coat and walked him to the door, her voice steady but urgent. “Call me the moment you find Brady.” With the surgery looming, she needed to know Brady was safe.

“Count on it,” Denver said, his nod firm with promise. “I’ll have Brady himself tell you he is fine.”

“Alright.”

“I’m off now.”

“Drive safe,” Hadley urged.

“Always,” Denver replied.

like a quiet vow. “Dear God, please watch over Brady and

had led them to, where Brady was supposedly hidden. It was a weathered wooden cabin, long abandoned, once

The informant, who had taken Noreen’s payment only to flip for the Scott family’s deeper pockets, nodded eagerly. “This

team scoured every corner of the cabin—inside

Cordell reported, his tone heavy

g aln ov el s ;

gaze pinned the informant. “Are

panic-stricken, hands flailing. “I hid him right here,

into his food. After eating, he would get groggy and was kept bound. How could he

of the bodyguards interjected, “we found shards of a broken plate

together what happened. Brady had been dosed with sedatives, leaving him frail but not fully out. Desperate over Joy’s impending surgery, he must have shattered the plate, used its jagged edges to cut through