Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now

Chapter 659:

“Very well, I understand,” Eric replied, his voice steady but laced with concern.

“Mr. Flynn,” the agent ventured cautiously, “will you be coming to the hospital?”

Eric didn’t commit, his response measured. “I’ll call Ernest.”

With that, he ended the call and immediately dialed Ernest’s number. True to the agent’s words, the line wouldn’t connect—Ernest was utterly unreachable.noveldrama

What in the world was going on?

Eric’s mind churned with questions. Ernest hadn’t returned to work yet, and today marked no doctor appointment. Shouldn’t he be lounging at home at this hour? He decided to ring Flynn Mansion.

Kira picked up, her voice warm and familiar. “Mr. Flynn.”

“Kira, is Ernest there?” Eric asked.

“No, sir. He stepped out this afternoon with Quentin. Has something happened?”

“No, nothing pressing,” Eric replied, though his tone betrayed a flicker of unease.

After hanging up, his brow furrowed deeper, a tangle of thoughts knotting in his mind.

Ernest had gone out with Quentin? Since the afternoon? What could they have been up to all this time?

It wasn’t that Eric wanted to harbor doubts about his brother, but ever since Ernest had gained consciousness, too many things seemed off-kilter.

Tucking his phone away, Eric turned back toward the cinema.

Hadley remained in her seat, her eyes glued to the screen, a soft laugh escaping her lips as the film’s story unfolded, delighting the audience around her.

“Hadley,” Eric called gently, reluctant to shatter the serene moment but left with little choice.

𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽𝖼𝗼𝗺

“You’re back.” Hadley noted, her attention still half-caught by the…

Flickering images danced before her. “Hadley, listen.”

With no alternatives left, Eric leaned closer, his voice a hushed murmur near her ear. “Linda collapsed on set and was rushed to the hospital. I can’t get ahold of my brother, so… I might need to head over there.”

“What?”

Hadley froze mid-laugh, her eyes snapping to his with concern. A pang of guilt twisted in Eric’s chest, a faint sheen of sweat dotting his brow. “Hadley, I’ll only go to check on…”

“I get it.” Before he could finish his plea, Hadley waved a hand breezily, cutting him off. “Get going, then.”

She turned her gaze back to the glowing screen, resuming her immersion in the film.

Her nonchalant dismissal and air of indifference only deepened Eric’s unease.

He gently grasped her hand, his voice tinged with worry. “Are you upset? I wasn’t planning to go at first, but with my brother missing in action, I feel I have no choice.”

“Shh.”

Hadley pressed a slender finger to her lips, signaling for silence. “We’re in a cinema—let’s not bother everyone else. I already told you to go, didn’t I? So go.”

Fearing Eric would persist, she added, “I’m not angry. Honestly, I’m fine.”

Was she, though?

Eric scrutinized her face, searching for any hint of her true feelings, but her expression remained an enigma.

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