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.

stopped, blinked, thinking perhaps his

his initial

The sofa was unoccupied.

set in. Wasn’t Hadley supposed to be there? It

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

him, prompting him to shake his head

had inadvertently overindulged in

ado, he made

emerged late from bed, nursing a hangover that was tempered slightly by a refreshing

housekeeper, Lina

I found this on the

“What’s this?”

accepted the substantial

piqued, he wondered

was thick, seemingly stuffed with cash, and bore

enclosed is $5, 200. Of this, $5, 000 covers the settlement you paid, and $200

the standard rate. I’ve moved out. Apologies for any inconvenience over the last

Hadley Pearson.”

the entirety of the

slit open the envelope, and a bundle of bills tumbled

“What on earth…”

bitterly, Eric flung the envelope aside

at the bathroom, he noticed the absence of

“Lina!”

Flynn!” Lina hurried to his

as he gestured towards the servants quarters. “Have these

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Occupying them?”

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

was clear then. Hadley hadn’t just

left for

departed the previous

had settled her

fifteen, Hadley had depended on the Flynn family

in Eric’s eyes as his lips curled into a sneer. “Hadley, do you think you can treat my home like a hotel? just

then dialed Hadley’s

was still deep

“Hello…” she answered groggily.

“Hadley,”

even over the phone, yet Hadley sensed an underlying

swallowed hard,

“What’s up?”

last night? Where did you

What?

awake. “Didn’t you read the note I left? I’ve moved

said you

anger in his tone nearly piercing Hadley’s ear. “Was that

approval? It’s your house.

I’m not wanted.”

Hadley’s retort, Eric

the divorce that you’re worried about? I admit I messed up the other day. That

“I promise to be available every day until we finalize the divorce. I won’t waste any more of your

Her assurance was firm.

couldn’t quite dispel the irritation

courtesy. Can’t you even give a simple heads–up before

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