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

Chapter 1175:

“Do I look like I need protection?” Eric snapped, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Go! Find Brady!”

“But—”

“What’s holding you back? I said go!”

“Right away!”

The bodyguards hesitated for a mere moment before scattering to carry out Eric’s commands.

Having yelled, a sharp ache pierced Eric’s head. He brought a hand up to massage his temples as he took in his environment. The mountain lacked proper lights, and the paths were slick with mud from recent rains.

Delays only compounded the risks. Each minute that passed, each person added, brought a sliver more of hope. Clutching his flashlight, Eric plunged into the search effort.

As he moved forward, the voices behind him faded, the beam of his flashlight cutting through the darkness. Eric intermittently checked his phone, fearful of missing any crucial calls or messages.

the ground

isn’t happening,”

felt his balance shift disastrously, and he was falling,

shout as his descent accelerated. But his voice was

pain through his body. Eric winced and moaned in the pitch-black, his flashlight gone, engulfed by utter darkness and

thought flashed through his mind—was this how

a firmer hold, a piercing

body came to a jarring stop. The sharp sting compelled Eric to shut his eyes tightly, sucking in air as he felt his left thigh with

tales worth

his palm slick with his own blood, the

nonchalantly wiping

his pocket for his phone, intending to check

the

in frustration, surmising it must have slipped out during

he promptly extracted and flicked on. The weak flame cast a dim glow around him. He had initially thought he plummeted off a cliff, yet the depth didn’t