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

no, his initial observation

The sofa was unoccupied.

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

let out a derisive snort. “Done playing the helpless card? Finally got herself

wave of dizziness washed over him, prompting him to shake his

inadvertently overindulged in

he made his way

from bed, nursing a hangover that

housekeeper, Lina

spotting him, she approached quickly. “Mr. Flynn, I found this on the

“What’s this?”

the substantial

he wondered what it

thick, seemingly stuffed with cash, and bore handwritten

this, $5, 000 covers the settlement you paid, and

is the standard rate. I’ve moved out. Apologies

Hadley Pearson.”

entirety of

he slit open the envelope, and a bundle of

“What on earth…”

envelope aside

he noticed the absence

“Lina!”

hurried to his

the servants quarters. “Have

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Occupying them?”

“They’re

clear then. Hadley hadn’t just moved to another

left

departed the previous

she had settled

of fifteen, Hadley had depended on the Flynn

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

then dialed

moment, Hadley was still deep

“Hello…” she answered groggily.

“Hadley,”

phone, yet Hadley sensed an underlying coldness

swallowed hard,

“What’s up?”

didn’t return last night?

What?

wave of surprise jolted Hadley more awake. “Didn’t

you could

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

I need your approval? It’s

I’m not wanted.”

Eric fell silent, unable to muster

seized the moment. “Is it the divorce that you’re worried about? I admit I messed up the other day. That won’t happen

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

Her assurance was firm.

this, Eric couldn’t quite dispel the

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

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