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 eyes deceived

no, his initial observation was

The sofa was unoccupied.

set in. Wasn’t Hadley supposed to be there? It was incredibly late. Where could

playing the helpless card? Finally

him, prompting him to

inadvertently

ado, he made his

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

housekeeper, Lina Hinks, was

quickly. “Mr. Flynn, I found

“What’s this?”

accepted the

piqued, he wondered what

thick, seemingly stuffed with

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

rate. I’ve moved out.

Hadley Pearson.”

entirety of the

the envelope,

“What on earth…”

flung the envelope aside and continued deeper into the

he noticed the

“Lina!”

his side. “What can I do

stern as he gestured towards the servants quarters. “Have

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Occupying them?”

“They’re empty. No one

then. Hadley hadn’t just moved

had left for

departed the previous

she had settled her

Hadley had depended

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

then dialed Hadley’s

that moment, Hadley was still deep in

“Hello…” she answered groggily.

“Hadley,”

even over the phone, yet Hadley sensed

swallowed hard,

“What’s up?”

night? Where did you

What?

Hadley more awake. “Didn’t you read the note I

you could

voice rose sharply, the anger in his tone nearly piercing Hadley’s ear. “Was

I need your approval? It’s your house.

I’m not wanted.”

by Hadley’s retort, Eric

seized the moment. “Is it the divorce that you’re worried about? I

continued with a tone of resolve, “I promise to be available every day until we finalize the divorce. I won’t waste any more of your time.

Her assurance was firm.

couldn’t quite dispel

years abroad, you’ve learned nothing about courtesy. Can’t you even give a simple heads–up

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