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

Chapter 87 He Had To Plan

For Her

Even after Eric had gone, Hadley remained bewildered. He had traveled all this distance… just to deliver a treat to her?

With the break of dawn the next day, Hadley set out.

In the last two days, she had reached out to several clubs, hoping to secure an audition for a new gig. Despite her skilled background, each meeting inexplicably concluded without an offer.

This morning, she was on her way to another venue. Though she had already sent a video of her dancing, the club insisted on seeing her perform live–videos, after all, could be altered.

“Hadley Pearson, right?”

“Yes,” she replied, her voice tinged with anxiety.

Unexpectedly, the manager looked over her resume and said flatly, “I’m sorry, but you don’t seem to meet our requirements.”

He handed back her resume, dismissing her before she even had a chance to dance.

Not again!

Hadley’s brow creased with confusion. “Can you explain what I’m missing?”

She was confident in her qualifications, both in her appearance and professional skills.

The manager responded with a noncommittal smile, “I’m sorry, but that will be all for now.”

With no further explanation approaching, Hadley reluctantly left the room.

Back at the Flynn Group CEO’s office, Eric’s phone began to ring.

Engaged in a meeting, Eric left his phone behind, so Linda, after a moment’s pause, decided to answer for him.

“Hello?”

On the other end was the club manager who had just dismissed Hadley.

Assuming it was Eric who picked up the call, the manager said obediently, “Mr. Flynn, I wanted to let you know that Hadley stopped by. I followed your instructions and denied her application. Just wanted to confirm directly with you.”

Linda’s eyebrow arched in surprise. “What instructions from Eric are you referring to? Why reject Hadley?”

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Chapter 87 He Had To Plan For Her

Caught off guard by a woman’s voice and realizing his mistake, the manager stammered, “Uh…”

she said in a tone that was casual yet assertive. “Tell me what’s going on, and save me

“Alright, I’ll explain.”

only momentarily before choosing to be

place within the

is this–Mr. Flynn explicitly instructed that no dance clubs in Srixby should employ

that all?” Linda’s voice carried a

“Yes, that’s everything.”

“Understood.”

Linda disconnected the call. She shook

Hadley’s employment opportunities. Whatever

be up to at

job opportunities, was she somewhere

let out a soft

them dining together recently and speculated if their dynamic had

Her

the conference room, the meeting

turned to Eric and said, “Regarding your request a few days ago, I spoke with my mother. She arranged a meeting. Ms. Nicolson is available tomorrow evening. She’ll be waiting in her

grin. He nodded in gratitude to Barrie.

dismissed with a casual hand wave.

stood as a prominent figure in modern dance and directed Srixby’s most celebrated dance studio, known for their international tours that sold out well

together, sharing

Nicolson,

explicit that she will only consider them if they’re sufficiently skilled. Lackluster performance won’t cut it, despite any personal

the concern with a chuckle. “That won’t be an issue.”

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performances at Galant–each one more captivating

own when

Barrie’s face, detecting a hint of admiration in

might this

warning look. “None of your

right to

on Barrie. “Is

shown genuine interest in anyone except for that

gaze sharpened. “I said,

“Ah, so

but chuckle. “Come on, what’s the issue in admitting it? Her dancing is indeed magical.”

“Seems you’ve been paying her

be a hint of jealousy? Indeed–Eric was

“No, of course not!” He swiftly steered the conversation elsewhere. “Anyway, it’s great

aware of the

For a

was aware, and it was up to him to make better