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.

ground vanished

happening,”

Eric felt his balance

his descent accelerated. But his voice was lost as quickly as he was falling, swallowed by the vast

against jagged rocks, each contact sending jolts of pain through his body. Eric

flashed through his

firmer

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

offers tales

slick with his own

breath, nonchalantly wiping his

fumbled in his pocket for his phone, intending to check the extent

his dismay, the phone

his tongue in frustration, surmising it must have

in the pocket yielded only a lighter, which he promptly extracted and flicked on. The weak flame cast a dim glow around him. He