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.

fever was probably a result of being soaked

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

she knew she couldn’t take

the baby, she felt a responsibility to protect it

“Ugh…”

wave of nausea hit Hadley hard,

to the bathroom, where she retched

splashed her face with

“Hadley!”

slightly raspy, echoed with a note of

had come upstairs to

still wasn’t ready, he demanded, “Hadley,

way,” replied Hadley, dabbing her face

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hay voice a falné

i request to

to precarious that she worried about becoming sick on

fall ill on the plane, she would be

his

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your scheme now? Yesterday, you tried to see linda at the

truly have such a low opinion of

replied, her eyes widering when the

her tears.

sick. I need to

this!” Eric interjected sharply, not allowing her to explain

examined her face briefly before a slight smirk appeared.

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

words, her face a

swiftly to the closet to retrieve the already

buy what you need when you get there! It’s all coming from my family’s funds anyway. I can’t

the suitcase

her heart. Tears cascaded down her

as

here or somewhere foreign, did it

seemed invisible to others,

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seen. Instead, his assistant, Phillips Brown,

passport and boarding pass. “Please call

each month.”

with a subdued

then proceeded through

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

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

her fat, middle–aged landlord shouted, “Senorita! Are you there? Your

and shook her head,

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

to himself, “It’s

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

took her hands away from her ears, breathing out

the landlord today, but the question of what to

beneath her pillow, Hadley scrolled through her contacts to find