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

Chapter 3 Asking For Money From Him

Upon seeing Hadley on the couch, Eric’s expression grew sharp with annoyance. “Why wasn’t the door answered?”

Silently, Hadley muttered to herself, “I lacked the strength to even get up,” but she left her thoughts unspoken, simply shaking her head in response.

Hadley was acutely aware that any attempt to explain herself would merely be seen as an excuse by Eric.

To someone who harbors disdain for you, even the act of breathing could seem like a fault.

Overwhelmed by an uncomfortable feeling, Hadley went directly to the heart of the matter. “What brings you here?”

She thought he wanted nothing to do with her.

“Do you actually think I came here willingly?”

With a sneer, Eric made no effort to mask his contempt as he glanced coldly at Hadley. “Grandma sent me to escort you to the airport.”

That was how things stood.

Hadley asked herself bitterly, “Why did I even harbor any hope?”

“Is your luggage upstairs?”

The impatience in Eric’s voice was unmistakable. Spending even a moment with Hadley was clearly something he found almost unbearable.

Hadley nodded, but then quickly added, “It’s upstairs, but I haven’t finished packing yet…

She had planned to finish packing the previous night, but overwhelming sickness had caused her to fall asleep prematurely.

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A shadow crossed Eric’s face as his irritation flared. “You’ve had all day and still haven’t managed to pack your bags?”

He fixed a stern gaze on Hadley, who appeared bewildered and unresponsive. Eric guessed bitterly. “Is she trying to delay her departure?”

“Don’t just stand there; get moving and finish your packing!”

“Alright,” Hadley responded with a vacant nod, turning to ascend the stairs swiftly.

Making her way up, Hadley felt each step caused her to break out in a cold sweat. She sensed that something was amiss. Hesitantly, she touched her forehead.

It was unmistakably hot, her breathing labored as if each breath scorched her lungs.

Clearly, she was running a fever.

of being soaked

was to search for some cold medicine in her room. Just as she was about to take one,

her pregnancy, she knew she couldn’t take the

hadn’t decided whether to keep the baby, she felt a responsibility

“Ugh…”

of nausea hit Hadley hard, causing

the bathroom, where she retched into the

splashed her face with cold

“Hadley!”

raspy,

had come upstairs to

she still wasn’t ready, he demanded, “Hadley, what’s taking

replied Hadley, dabbing her face with a towel.

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sehen, hay voice a

“Might i request to leave

she

the plane, she would be

his expression clouding, with

I

Yesterday, you tried to see linda at the boughtal, and had to stop you. Are

he truly have such a low opinion

think… Hadley replied, her eyes widering when the effort to

her tears.

I need to

Eric interjected sharply, not allowing her to

examined her face briefly before a slight smirk appeared. “Feigning illness agial You expect me to believe

“Even if you are sick, how serious could it be? Linda has just lost a child and is still in the hospital, while you’re

his words, her face a picture of astonishment.

no mind, moving swiftly to the closet to retrieve

all coming from my family’s funds anyway. I can’t afford

the suitcase and

cascaded down her

as well

here or somewhere foreign, did

invisible to others, her

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was nowhere to be seen. Instead, his assistant, Phillips Brown, took care of the check–in process

handed her the passport and boarding pass. “Please call Mrs. Flynn upon your landing.

each month.”

responded with a subdued nod,

through

passed. Now, deep into the night in an apartment in downtown Blathe, Hadley was hunched over in bed, too terrified

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Outside, her fat, middle–aged landlord shouted, “Senorita! Are you there? Your rent is overdue! I

and shook her head, silently wishing the landlord would

landlord finally gave up. “Thinking you can avoid paying by hiding? Oh,

continued muttering to himself, “It’s

eventually ceased, and the sound of the landlord’s footsteps

away from her ears, breathing out a lengthy

but the question of what to do

phone from beneath her pillow, Hadley