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

Chapter 23

Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can’t Afford Me Now

Chapter 23 Move Out Of His House

Having completed her tasks, Hadley felt a sense of relief wash over her. Now, she could depart with peace of

mind.

Before leaving, she snagged the remaining two pieces of bread from the refrigerator.

She made her way back to her new rental

Fortunately, the peak of rush hour had subsided, leaving the roads open and easier to navigate.

Upon arriving, Hadley unlocked her new home, placed her suitcase inside, and rolled up her sleeves, ready to

clean.

She diligently cleaned every surface, dusted all areas, and neatly arranged her possessions.

By the time she finished, the day had turned into night.

Feeling her stomach rumble, Hadley remembered the bread she had consumed on the bus ride, it had hardly satisfied her after all the cleaning

With her wallet in tow, Hadley secured her apartment and walked to the nearby supermarket

She bypassed the better options, opting instead for a huge loaf of bread, some pickles, and a jar of peanut

butter.

Once home, Hadley prepared a simple meal–peanut butter sandwich with some pickles.

Options were few. Without any income yet and after parting with $5, 200, she had to make each dollar last.

The $5,000 from the police settlement wasn’t her choice, but Hadley was adamant about not letting Eric handle

it.

She was determined to sever all ties with him.

Luckily, Hadley had a job now and would soon get her first paycheck. She would have to stretch her budget

until then, but at least she wouldn’t starve.

This situation didn’t faze her, she had endured far worse.

Back in Blathe, Hadley once rummaged through restaurant bins for food.

At least now she could afford some bread and pickles, and she no longer faced the harsh glares or had to compete with homeless people over discarded food.

Gone was the delicate young woman the Flynn family had once sheltered.

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Chapter 23 Move Out Of His House

Late that night, Eric arrived back at Silver Villas around two in the morning

The living room was shrouded in darkness, with only the dim light from a streetlamp filtering through the

window.

Entering, Eric instinctively looked towards the sofa.

blinked, thinking perhaps his

his initial

The sofa was unoccupied.

be there? It was incredibly late. Where could

out a derisive snort. “Done playing the helpless card?

over him,

had inadvertently overindulged in

ado, he made

nursing a

housekeeper, Lina Hinks,

she approached quickly. “Mr. Flynn, I found this on the table for you. Please, have

“What’s this?”

the substantial

piqued, he wondered

thick, seemingly stuffed with cash,

Of this, $5, 000 covers the

the standard rate. I’ve moved out.

Hadley Pearson.”

entirety of the

hardened as he slit open the envelope, and a bundle

“What on earth…”

bitterly, Eric flung the envelope aside and continued deeper into the

at the bathroom, he noticed the absence of

“Lina!”

to his side. “What can I do

was stern as he gestured towards the servants quarters. “Have these rooms

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Occupying them?”

replied, puzzled. “They’re empty. No one has occupied

hadn’t just moved to

left for

likely departed the

she had settled

had depended on the Flynn family

a sneer. “Hadley, do you think

then dialed

was still deep

“Hello…” she answered groggily.

“Hadley,”

phone, yet Hadley sensed an underlying coldness that

swallowed hard,

“What’s up?”

night? Where did

What?

more awake. “Didn’t you read the

said you could

anger in his tone

approval? It’s

I’m not wanted.”

retort, Eric

divorce that you’re worried about? I admit I messed up the

resolve, “I promise to be available every day until

Her assurance was firm.

Eric couldn’t quite dispel

abroad, you’ve learned nothing about courtesy. Can’t you even

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