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

them to, where Brady was supposedly hidden. It was a weathered wooden cabin, long

who had taken Noreen’s payment only to flip

every corner of the cabin—inside and out—and found

empty,” Cordell reported,

fresh tales at g aln ov el

informant.

The man recoiled, panic-stricken, hands flailing. “I hid him right

some pills to mix into his food.

one of the bodyguards interjected, “we found shards

wasn’t hard to piece 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