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.

Eric. He had systematically cut

To drive her into desperation?

she clenched her fists, her complexion turning

Linda chuckled lightly.

I wasn’t planning on telling you, but watching

sunglasses from her purse

parted, Linda exited

remained motionless, her face

purpose of this interview now? It seemed utterly pointless since she wouldn’t get the job

frustration surged within her, compelling

she exited the building, Hadley dialed his number.

kept ringing–no

wasn’t that Eric was deliberately avoiding her, though;

a frustrated sigh, Hadley put her phone away.

be available later

would play along. Tonight

o’clock, Eric’s call

“Hello.”

up,” Eric said curtly.

out a quiet scoff, “Fine.”

Eric found the door unlocked. He nudged it open without effort. “You should lock your door. It’s not safe to—”

as he caught sight of Hadley, rigid and cold on the sofa,

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slowly “What’s going on? He sat opposite her “Bad day? You seem upset

up with his act.

control her mounting anger, the inhaled deeply, striving to keep her tone steady. “Eric, please, just let

her ples “What

that her wants

who told all the dance venues in Srizby not

“How did you find

exhaled sharply. Did that even

how of her discovery. The real issue was his interference in her career. “I need to work. I need this job and

almost offended. “You refer to those gigs as your job? Hadley, you’re ruining your career as

that risk!” Hadley countered, her voice

spill

ignorant? She was painfully aware that places like Galant weren’t exactly noble- notorious if anything, but circumstances had forced

life, right? Well, it won’t work. Even if you corner me, strip me of all my choices, I will not return to you!”

clenched his teeth.

a slow breath, his intense eyes still fixed

was even, betraying nothing. “For now, get ready. We need to

leave.”

“I won’t!”

couldn’t grant her wishes, why

Eric’s chuckle was dry, devoid of amusement. He

jeans, just a hint of makeup–likely she

confrontation.

look presentable, regardless

and then abruptly stood and

doing?” Hadley’s instincts screamed danger.

final opportunity–stand

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slowly. “What’s going on?” ste sat opposite her bad day too www.we

her eyes, Hadley was fed up with his act she’d

she inhaled deeply, striving to keep her four gristy

arched, intrigued by her plea. “What do

hands were clenched so tightly that her

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