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!”

Scott!” Cordell replied, urgency in his tone as the call

Eric turned and sank

leaned back, and tried to steady his thoughts. He

his phone buzzed across

it up, and answered groggily.

voice came through. “Sir, Cordell just arrived. He says he has

“I’m on my way.”

grabbed his coat off

“I’m coming too!”

came rushing out from the

tales on

“Hadley.”

knocked her out so she could at least have some shut-eye the night before, she still looked

was that? Was it

as she reached for his arm. “Please. Let me

softly. He couldn’t bring himself to lie to her. But he also couldn’t offer false hope. “I’m just going to check things out. You need rest, please stay