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

Chapter 120

Chapter 120 Keeping Him Worried

Under the dim lighting. Hadley’s complexion turned ghostly pale.

Her eyes flicked to Elvin, and then to Adonis.

Neither of them spoke, but their looks said enough–they were silently telling her to endure Wayne.

Elvin’s words in the elevator echoed in her mind. Taking a slow breath, Hadley forced herself to move, hesitantly placing her hand in Wayne’s.

A burst of laughter escaped Wayne, his amusement evident. But instead of simply holding her hand, he tightened his grip and yanked her forward, smoothly shifting his arm until it wrapped around her waist.

The instant his arm locked in place, Hadley’s entire body stiffened.

Her fingers curled into tight fists, her nails pressing sharply into her palms.

“How old are you? And what’s your college major?”

“I’m twenty–four…” Her voice came out faint, barely above a whisper. “I studied modern dance.”

“A dancer, huh?” Wayne’s gaze dragged over her. “No wonder you’ve got such a fantastic figure.”

Wayne lifted his glass toward Hadley with a smirk. “Come on. Let’s have a drink to celebrate our meeting.”

“Yes…”

Hadley took the glass, her fingers trembling slightly as she gripped it. Her pulse pounded in her ears. “Mr. Walters, aren’t you going to drink with me?”

Wayne waved a hand dismissively. “You first. And I’ll finish the rest. That makes us look close, doesn’t it?”

His lighthearted tone drew chuckles from the men around them.

Hadley remained frozen in place, still clutching the glass. A subtle tremor ran through her.

“Go on, drink.” Wayne’s voice held a teasing lilt. “No need to be so tense. I’m not forcing you to finish it all… I’m known for spoiling beautiful women, you know.”

As he spoke, his hand slid around her waist.

Hadley tightened her grip on the glass, forcing herself to believe that if she just drank, he might finally let her

go.

But just as she brought the glass to her lips, she stiffened in shock.

Wayne’s hand was drifting lower, creeping down her thigh.

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Chapter 120 Keeping Him Worried

That was it. Hadley’s composure, already hanging by a thread, snapped.

She had been forcing herself to endure his touch, to stay silent, to play along

But this this was something no woman should ever be expected to tolerate.

Before anyone could react, she hurled the drink straight into Wayne’s face without a second thought.

“You little-!”

Wine streamed down Wayne’s cheeks, dripping from his chin. His face twisted with rage as he shot to his feet, cursing furiously.

With a sharp swipe, he dragged the back of his hand across his face, and then lunged for Hadley.

“You bitch!”

room rang with the sharp

the glass against

but the jagged stem clutched tightly in her fist.

fury as she raised it, the sharp tip pointed directly at Wayne. “Stay back! Don’t you

come near me!”

“Hadley!”

sprang forward, alarm flashing across his

me! Stay away, all of

reason now, her entire body wound tight with

raised, ready to

his head back with a laugh, his amusement edged with malice. “Look at this crazy bitch!

any

shook her head, her grip tightening around the broken stem until the jagged

my way over!”

dripped with arrogance as he stormed forward, closing the distance in two long strides. He grabbed Hadley’s wrist with a rough jerk. “What now, sweetheart?”

came in uneven gasps, and her grip on the

is

chuckle rippled through the

turned sharply

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row of couches in

“Mr. Flynn?”

“Mr. Flynn…”

atmosphere was immediate. In an instant, Wayne and the others wiped away their prior expressions, replacing them with carefully measured, fawning smiles. “Mr. Flyrm, apologies for the

them quickly offered.

business gathering–a

Entertainment Media, a

wasn’t unusual.

shown up as

of the project were left

seat in the corner, intending to stay just long enough before making his exit. Yet, in that brief window of time, he had stumbled upon quite

strides, not sparing Wayne even a passing

locked onto Hadley.

of emotions flickering

he even say?

here she was, tangled up

still a complete blank. She felt as though she knew this man -and at the same time, as if he were

her breath coming quick

SR

his forehead as if exhausted by the entire

I should get going.”

Wayne responded immediately, seizing the opportunity to show deference. “Mr.

escort you

out.”

hesitation, and then, without breaking stride, pointed

meaning behind his words was

one in the room needed further explanation–Eric had

no room for objections.

tilting his head toward Hadley. “Well? Didn’t you hear Mr. Flynn? Get moving!” Even Adonis, who had been watching tensely from the sidelines, knew there was nothing he could

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