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

Chapter 979:

Though the camera didn’t capture the exact moment Hadley was taken—she had been abducted in a blind spot—once the van hit the main road, it showed up on traffic cams.

“Can you zoom in on this vehicle?” Denver asked, pointing at the grainy footage.

“Just a moment.”

The image enlarged, but the license plate remained blurry.

“Can we enhance this?”

“Yes. Give me a few seconds.”

The technician worked quickly, adjusting the frame and cleaning up the pixels. Slowly, the numbers and letters became clear.

Denver leaned in—and then his eyes lit up. “That’s it! That’s the vehicle! I need its travel records and final destination—immediately.”

“On it.”

A tense moment passed.

“Mr. Moran,” the officer called out. “We’ve got it. The vehicle stopped at the Scott family’s warehouse, Blisey Dock.”

Denver’s breath caught—but only for a second.

“Perfect. Thank you!”

He bolted from the station, got in his car, and hit the road—eyes set on Blisey Dock, hands clenched tightly on the wheel.

At the Scott family’s warehouse on Blisey Dock…

Hadley sat bound to a chair in the center of the room, wrists tied tightly behind her, ankles lashed to the chair legs. A strip of tape sealed her mouth, muffling any attempts to cry out.

The warehouse was windowless—isolated. A single dim bulb swung overhead, casting a dull, flickering orange glow that made the shadows dance across the bare concrete floor.

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She had been alone for what felt like hours. Her muscles ached, and her heartbeat pounded louder than the silence.

Then—the heavy door creaked open.

Footsteps echoed. Someone stepped into the light.

A man. Tall, broad-shouldered, his face obscured by a cap and mask.

His identity hidden, but his confidence evident in every step.

“Hello, Miss Pearson.”

His voice was smooth—eerily polite. He stopped a few feet in front of her, hands in his pockets, as if they were having a casual conversation. Hadley glared at him, breathing hard through her nose, the tape over her mouth preventing her from speaking.

The man chuckled softly. “We brought you here to draw Mr. Flynn out. But… seems you’re not as important to him as we thought.”

What was he talking about?

Hadley’s eyes widened. Impossible. Eric had many faults, but if he knew she was in danger, he would come.

“Don’t believe me?” The man saw it—her disbelief, her doubt—and leaned in just a bit. “Thing is, Linda was taken too. Just like you.”

Hadley’s pulse spiked. Linda?

“And do you know where Mr. Flynn is headed right now?” He took a step closer, lowering his voice like a knife sliding in. “He’s on his way to Fralo Mountain because that’s where she is.”

A wave of despair washed over Hadley. She stared ahead, her expression darkening with each passing moment.

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