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.

result of being soaked in the rain

cold medicine in her room. Just as she was about to

pregnancy, she knew she

the baby, she felt a responsibility to

“Ugh…”

nausea hit Hadley

clutched her mouth and hurried to the bathroom, where she retched into the toilet until she felt completely

tap, rinsed her mouth, and splashed her face with cold water to soothe

“Hadley!”

and slightly raspy, echoed with a note

he had come upstairs to check on

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

my way,” replied Hadley, dabbing her face with a towel.

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complexion sehen, hay voice a falné

i request to leave a

she worried about becoming sick on

she fall ill on the plane, she would be entirely done, withot

for?” Eric asked, his expression clouding, with

I

at the boughtal, and had

such a low

her eyes widering when the effort to

her tears.

feel very sick. I need to consult

Eric interjected sharply,

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

lost a child and is still in the hospital, while you’re here, perfectly upright! You’ll cope. It’s not the end of the

words, her face

swiftly to the closet to retrieve the

Just buy what you need when you get there! It’s all coming from my family’s funds anyway.

grabbed the suitcase and stormed

down her

might as

here or somewhere foreign,

seemed invisible to others, her existence

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

passport and boarding pass. “Please call Mrs. Flynn upon your landing. Your living expenses will

each month.”

responded with a subdued nod,

through

the night in an apartment in downtown Blathe, Hadley was hunched over in bed,

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

sound of forceful knocking jolted the door. Outside, her fat, middle–aged landlord shouted, “Senorita! Are you there? Your rent is overdue! I

pressed her hands over her ears, squeezed her eyes shut, and shook her head, silently wishing the landlord would

finally gave up. “Thinking you can avoid

muttering to himself, “It’s

at the door eventually ceased, and the sound of

her hands away from her ears, breathing out a lengthy

today, but the question of what to do tomorrow lingered

from beneath her pillow, Hadley scrolled through her contacts to find Nyla’s