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!”

sharp crack

glass against the table’s

to the floor, leaving her with nothing but the jagged stem clutched tightly in her fist.

the sharp tip pointed directly at

come near me!”

“Hadley!”

forward, alarm flashing across his face as he reached for her.

touch me! Stay away, all

her entire body wound tight with raw defiance.

raised, ready to

a laugh, his amusement edged with malice. “Look at this crazy bitch! You think that’s

come any

her grip tightening around the broken stem until the jagged edges dug into her fingers. Crimson streaks welled up, stark against her skin.

my way over!”

in two long strides. He grabbed Hadley’s wrist with a

and her grip on the broken glass wavered. She looked

this is interesting.”

chuckle rippled

sharply

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a row of couches in the corner, rose at an unhurried

“Mr. Flynn?”

“Mr. Flynn…”

was immediate. In an instant, Wayne and the others wiped away their prior expressions, replacing them with carefully measured, fawning

of them quickly offered.

supposed to be a business gathering–a discussion about a new

East Entertainment Media, a subsidiary of the Flynn Group,

wasn’t unusual.

only shown up as a formality, nothing more.

details of the project were left in the hands of

seat in the corner, intending to stay just long enough before making

with deliberate strides, not sparing Wayne even

locked onto Hadley.

expression was unreadable, a mixture of

could he even

had only been a few days, and yet here she was,

though she

slightly, her breath coming

SR

his forehead as if exhausted by

I should get going.”

to show deference.

escort you

out.”

Eric waved him off without hesitation, and then, without breaking stride,

behind his words

one in the room needed further explanation–Eric had taken

no room

Didn’t you hear Mr. Flynn? Get moving!” Even Adonis, who had been watching tensely from the sidelines, knew there was nothing he could do now. Hadley had already made enough waves tonight.

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