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Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 1173
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Chapter 1173: "Sir," he called, climbing in, soaked from the downpour. "Got a lead! You nailed it—Noreen hired someone to look after Brady. They're sharp, laying low in daylight and only slipping out under cover of night. Our team's already on their trail!" Eric's eyes sparked with hope. "Where is he?" "Hard to explain in words," Cordell said, fumbling with his phone. “Here is the spot our people pinned down. I've sent it to you. Brady is there." Eric glanced at the location on his phone and sprang into action. "Let's move." "Where to?" Cordell asked as Eric stepped out.

The rain had eased, leaving the ground slick underfoot. Eric shot Cordell a glance. "To bring Brady back." "Mr. Scott," Cordell advised. "You don't need to go yourself. Our team will handle it.” "I'm done waiting," Eric said, shaking his head, the deep shadows beneath his eyes betraying his exhaustion. He hadn't caught a wink of sleep in two relentless days and nights. Rather than sit idle, he would fetch Brady himself.

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He opened the map on his phone and set off, his bodyguards falling in step behind.

"Wait, Mr. Scott!" Cordell sighed heavily, trailing after him.

At the hospital, Denver jolted awake to his phone's insistent ring. He had stayed put, awaiting news, and had nodded off on the lounge's couch. He grabbed the phone.

"Hello? Marshall." The person on the line said something that snapped Denver upright. "Really? Got it, thank you!" Marshall's voice crackled through. "No need for thanks-I barely lifted a finger. What is Brady to the Scott family anyway? They've been turning the city upside down looking for him since yesterday. I actually got wind from them that he might be in Dracnesse Town." "Understood! Talk later!" Denver cut the call, uninterested in Brady's ties to the Scotts.

As he hung up, Hadley stepped out from the inner room, her face drawn with exhaustion.

"Hadley!" Denver exhaled with relief, the call arriving like a lifeline. No words of comfort could rival the weight of this news. "Marshall just called me-there is word on Brady!" he announced.

"Really?" Hadley froze, disbelief flickering across her face. "Where... where is he?" "Dracnesse Town!" "Dracnesse Town?" Hadley echoed, startled, but then gasped as realization dawned. "That is my grandmother's hometown!" "Then it's got to be solid," Denver said with conviction.

"Yes!" Hadley nodded fervently, her mind racing. "How did miss it? M Noreen must've taken Brady there." She spun toward her room, determination in her step.

"Hadley, where are you off to?" Denver called, brow furrowed in confusion.

"I'm changing and heading to Dracnesse Town!" Hadley replied over her shoulder.

"Hold on! No need to rush!" Denver stepped in front of her, shaking his head. "I'll go. You stay with Joy. I swear I'll bring Brady back safe and sound." "But..." Hadley wavered, uncertainty clouding her eyes.