Chapter 515

Chapter 515:

It was clear—he was looking for something.

“Eric!” Denver caught his arm, stopping him. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Are you trying to stop me?” Eric’s voice was low, tense. “Are you hiding something—or someone—upstairs?”

The conflicting emotions inside him threatened to boil over. Did he want to find Hadley here, or not?

He wanted her to be safe—but not if it meant she had run to Denver.

“What?” Denver frowned in utter confusion. “What are you even talking about?”

“Mr. Flynn!”

Eric spun toward the entrance, where Phillips was answering a call.

“There’s news about Hadley.”

Eric’s expression turned sharp. “Talk now!”

Phillips shifted uneasily, finally speaking, “The taxi… They’ve located it.”

“What about Hadley?”

Reluctantly, Phillips shook his head. “Still no sign of her.”

Rage erupted instantly within Eric. “Then why are you even bothering to tell me?”

Embarrassed, Phillips stared silently at the floor, unable to defend himself.

Denver, however, noticed something alarming in their conversation.

“Are you saying Hadley is missing?”

This was why Eric had come here—he was searching for Hadley?

Observing Denver’s startled response, Eric realized immediately that Hadley wasn’t here after all.

gⲁ𝗅𝓝𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰0𝗺, 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝗶𝗻

“Phillips, we’re leaving.”

“Yes, Mr. Flynn.”

“Hold it right there!”

But Denver wouldn’t let him walk away easily this time; he grasped Eric’s shoulder firmly, asking, “What exactly happened to Hadley?”

Witnessing Eric’s frantic state reminded Denver suddenly of their heated confrontation earlier that day—hadn’t he and Eric just exchanged harsh words over her?

Anger flared uncontrollably inside Denver, shattering all caution. “Eric! Did you do something to Hadley? Did you hurt her?”

Silently, Eric turned his head aside, neither confirming nor denying. Though he’d never exactly laid a hand on her, Eric knew the pain he’d inflicted was just as damaging.

“You!”

Denver’s patience snapped completely, and he hissed furiously, “Eric, you bastard!”

Denver grabbed Eric by the collar, his anger boiling over. “You’re pathetic! How dare you raise your hand against Hadley?” Immediately, Denver’s fist crashed toward Eric’s face.

“Mr. Flynn!”

Eric absorbed the punch without flinching, and blood began to trickle from the corner of his mouth as Denver’s fist made contact.

Phillips rushed forward, desperate to intervene. “Mr. Moran, please calm down!” But calming down was the last thing on Denver’s mind.

“Get off me!”

Despite Denver’s efforts, Phillips’ firm grip and his own injuries kept him from advancing on Eric.

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