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

Chapter 1339:

“We’re searching, sir,” Phillips replied, his tone cautious. “But…”

His hesitation spoke volumes—it was like hunting for a single star in a daylight sky, the odds maddeningly slim.

“Keep searching! Don’t waste another second!” Eric’s voice cut through, sharp and unyielding.

“Yes, Mr. Scott!” Phillips responded, the line going dead.

Eric’s face paled, a shadow of dread settling over him. Without pause, he dialed Cordell. “Have you tracked down Gifford?”

“Not yet, Mr. Scott,” Cordell admitted, his voice steady but careful. “But I suspect he will reach out to you directly. It might be best to—”

“Absolute nonsense!” Eric’s roar erupted, raw with frustration.

Did Cordell think he hadn’t already considered that possibility? “I can’t just sit and wait! My daughter’s in his hands—she is only four! Every moment we lose, she suffers more. Find him. Now!”

Mr. Scott!” Cordell replied, urgency in his tone as

Eric turned and sank

his arms, leaned back, and tried to steady his thoughts. He couldn’t fall apart now—not when Hadley and their daughter

light of dawn touched the sky, his phone buzzed across the table,

it up, and

through. “Sir, Cordell just arrived. He says he has news about Gifford. He’s

“I’m on my way.”

his coat off the couch, and moved

“I’m coming too!”

out from the bedroom, her steps unsteady but

fantastic tales on

“Hadley.”

she could at least have some shut-eye

Was

reached for his arm.

he also couldn’t offer false hope. “I’m just going to check things out. You need rest,