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

Chapter 88

Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Carit Afford Me Now

Chapter 88 Ruining Herself

“Hey!” Hadley let out a short laugh, beyond frustrated. “So be it! Eric can do whatever he wants. I’ve got my own path to tread,” she muttered to herself.

Reaching her destination, Hadley stepped off the bus and made her way into the office tower, where the dance

studio awaited on the fifth floor.

Upon entering the elevator, she was immediately greeted by a familiar voice.

“Hadley?”

Looking ahead, Hadley saw Linda beaming at her. “Fancy meeting you here. It’s been ages.”

Hadley offered her only a fleeting look and remained silent.

Linda’s smile quickly faded, replaced by a scornful tone. “Really, not even a hi? I said hello, can’t you at least acknowledge that?”

Facing Linda squarely, Hadley replied, “Save your courtesies. There’s no need for pretenses. Eric isn’t here, and Nyla isn’t either… Who are you trying to impress?”

“You-”

Interrupting the other woman, Hadley cocked her head. “Or is it that you’ve been pretending for so long, you’ve convinced yourself you’re genuinely decent? That must be exhausting.”

“You-”

Linda’s face went pale, and then turned red with anger.

With a dismissive scoff, she retorted sharply, “You’re here for an interview, correct?”

A smug grin crept over Linda’s face. “Well, I’d suggest you stop wasting your time. Because in Srixby… you won’t find a job.”

Hadley stopped in her tracks. “What do you mean by that?”

“What do I mean?” Linda folded her arms with a smirk, enjoying the moment. “Isn’t it obvious? Do you not see how dire your situation is?”

She looked Hadley up and down with clear disdain. “While I won’t critique your talents, you did graduate from an esteemed arts college in Blathe. Is it possible you’re so inept that no one will employ you?”

Frustration furrowed Hadley’s brow. “What are you trying to say?”

Her patience was wearing thin. It was apparent Linda was toying with her.

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“Just get to the point, or drop it.”

“Alright, I’ll explain,” Linda said, her smirk growing. “It’s Eric’s doing–every venue in Srizby related to dance has been instructed not to hire you.”

Hadley gasped, disbelief setting in. This couldn’t be happening…

Then it all clicked. The continuous rejections over the last few days weren’t dde to her lack of ability. It wasn’t

her fault.

was Eric. He had systematically cut off all her

motive? To drive her into desperation?

chill ran through her as she clenched her fists, her

Linda chuckled

but watching you scramble aimlessly,

from

the elevator doors parted, Linda

motionless, her

the purpose of this interview now? It seemed utterly

compelling her to confront Eric

she exited the building,

phone just kept

deliberately avoiding her, though; he was simply

frustrated sigh, Hadley put her

expected her to be

she would play along. Tonight would be

call finally came

“Hello.”

on my way up,” Eric said curtly. “Get ready, and we’ll set off.”

a

her apartment, Eric found the door unlocked. He nudged it open without effort.

he caught sight of Hadley, rigid and cold on the

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slowly “What’s going on? He sat opposite her

eyes, Hadley was fed up with his act.

deeply, striving to keep her tone steady. “Eric, please,

by her ples “What do

hands were clenched so tightly that her wants

behind this,” she managed to say. “Yon were the one who told all the dance venues in Srizby

did you find out?

exhaled sharply. Did that even

her discovery. The real issue was his interference in her career. “I need

to those gigs as your job? Hadley, you’re ruining your

countered,

to spill from her eyes.

painfully aware that places like Galant

this! You’re trying to manipulate me back into your life, right? Well, it won’t work. Even if you

clenched his

let out a slow breath, his intense eyes still fixed on her.

time.” His tone was even, betraying nothing. “For now, get

leave.”

“I won’t!”

sharply. If he couldn’t grant her wishes, why should she comply with

chuckle was dry, devoid of amusement. He paused to observe her.

attire was casual–a simple T–shirt and jeans, just a hint of makeup–likely she had been out before this

confrontation.

managed to look presentable, regardless of her outfit.

then abruptly stood and approached her

you doing?” Hadley’s instincts screamed danger.

you one final opportunity–stand

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slowly. “What’s going on?” ste

Hadley was fed up with his act she’d

control her mounting anger, she inhaled deeply, striving to keep her four gristy box

by her plea. “What do you mean

hands were clenched so tightly that her nails were pressing into her

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