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

Chapter 1178
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Chapter 1178: The venom was spreading, burning through his veins, and he didn't have much time. He needed to reach his people before it was too late. But this time, his body betrayed him.

Every step with Brady on his back felt like carrying an entire mountain.

"Hadley... Joy..." Eric whispered their names under his breath, clinging to that like a lifeline.

His lips were firmly pressed together and his jaw was locked tight.

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His breaths becshallow and uneven, forcing him to gasp for air. His vision blurred, his legs weakened, and his strength was draining fast.

Cold beads of sweat slid from his temples, tracing down his face.

Shadows seemed to dance before his eyes.

He couldn't keep going.

It felt as if his heart had stopped.

Eric's knees gave out, and his heavy eyelids began to close. Just before everything went dark, he spread his arms wide and let himself fall forward, careful to keep Brady safely on his back to cushion the impact of the fall.

Footsteps echoed from farther down the trail.

"Guys! There's someone up ahead!" "Is it Mr. Scott?" "I can't tell!" "Go, hurry! Check it out!" "It's Brady! And Mr. Scott is here too!" "Are you serious?" Cordell bolted forward like a gust of wind and held up the unconscious Eric. "Mr. Scott! Mr. Scott, can you hear me? What happened?!" He then turned to a guard nearby. "Why are you just standing there? Get him on your back!" "Okay!" "Hurry! If anything happens to him, we'll all be in deep trouble!" G☐☐☐☐☐☐.co] for more reading At the foot of the mountain, Denver arrived to find a row of cars.

Among them were two ambulances.

The scene was far more intense than he'd expected.

Marshall's words suddenly echoed in his mind.

Could all of this really be the Scott family's doing? What kind of connection did they have to Brady? And why had they gone to such great lengths to find him? Denver stepped out of the car, ready to climb the mountain.

But he hadn't gotten far when a large group churrying down the path.

"Clear the way!"

At the center of the group was Brady, lying on a stretcher with paramedics clustered around him. "Brady!" Denver rushed forward. "Doctor, I'm his friend. How is he?"

The doctor gave him a quick glance.

"His vitals are stable. No major m concerns at the moment. We're taking him to the ambulance for blood work and further examination." As they spoke, they moved toward the ambulance.

A nurse raised a hand to stop Denver. "We'll be performing emergencym procedures nowe family and friends, please step back. You can follow the ambulance to the hospital."