Chapter 617
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now
Chapter 617:
âI lost him! I really did!â Soren defended himself.
âIdiot!â
Eric marched through the dust towards them, his eyes finding Hadley instantly. Seeing her in such a state, his face darkened with intense anger.
âHadley!â
He quickly removed his jacket and covered her with it.
Then, glaring at his stunned subordinate, his voice cut through the tension. âStop staring! Do you still want your eyes?â
âHuh?â Ericâs subordinate quickly averted his eyes while nervously explaining, âMr. Flynn, I assure youâI saw nothing!â
Eric snapped, demanding, âIs there a blanket in the car?â
âUh? Oh yes, right away!â
Scrambling, he dashed to retrieve a blanket.
Eric knelt down, swiftly unbinding Hadleyâs wrists and ankles. He lifted her gently, carefully brushing away the hair from her face.
âIâm so sorry for arriving late.â
Hadley, supported in his arms, was visibly suffering, her complexion turning pale as beads of cold sweat formed on her forehead.
âWhatâs the matter?â Startled by her discomfort, Eric urgently asked, âAre you hurt? Where did they hurt you?â
âMy⦠my shoulder.â Her voice was faint, barely a whisper as she tried to find comfort leaning against him.
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âOh no, Iâm so sorry!â
Eric adjusted his hold on her, trying to ease her pain, but even the smallest shift seemed to cause her more distress.
âDoes that hurt?â Panic-stricken, he blurted out, âIâm so sorry. Iâll try to be more careful.â
By the time Eric had repositioned her, his shirt was drenched in sweat.
âDoes this feel any better?â Gently, he said, âHold on. Weâre going to the hospital soon.â
Hadley managed a nod, overwhelmed by pain.
She was dazed, not truly believing he would find her, much less rescue her.
Faintly, she tried to raise her hand toward Eric.
âWhat do you need?â He quickly caught her hand. âTell me.â
She weakly shook her head, gesturing towards his forehead.
âYouâre bleedingâ¦â
Eric halted, feeling his forehead. It was a minor cut from when heâd rammed the door with the car.
He downplayed his injury with a smile. âItâs just a scratch, nothing serious.â
Hadley remained silent, her emotions churning.
In the meantime, Astrid and Soren, realizing the tables had turned, quietly stood and attempted to sneak away.
At that moment, the subordinate arrived with the blanket, spotting the pairâs escape.
âTheyâre getting away!â He turned to Eric, alarmed. âMr. Flynn! Should we go after them?â
But it was too late.
The two were already speeding away from the warehouse in their car. They had just one vehicle, and Hadley urgently needed medical attention.
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