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

Chapter 127 He’s Not The

Only One Who’s Worried…

Linda didn’t react, keeping her expression composed, as if she had seen nothing unusual.

“I managed to get back earlier today,” she said smoothly. “How about a walk in the garden?”

Ernest met her gaze and gave a small nod.

Though he still relied on a wheelchair, his condition had improved enough that he could stand with assistance.

Taking a few steps was no longer an impossible task–and he welcomed the challenge.

“Let’s go.”

Without hesitation, Linda stepped behind him, pushing the wheelchair toward the garden.

Later, under the glow of the evening lights, Ernest practiced standing with his walker, his movements steady

but cautious.

Nearby, a servant approached Linda, keeping their voice low. “Miss Harris, the trash has been cleared.”

Linda barely shifted, her gaze still on Ernest as she responded, “Anything unusual?”

The servant hesitated for a fraction of a second before extending something toward her. “Please have a look at

this.”

Turning slightly, Linda reached out and accepted the object. A small, charred fragment–roughly the size of two

knuckles.

She studied it, her fingers brushing over the burned edges. Her brows furrowed.

The fragment in Linda’s hand was small, but telling. A charred corner of a photograph. Though most of it had been lost to the flames, a faint outline remained–what seemed to be a head. The hairstyle suggested it belonged to a girl.

So this was what Ernest was so desperate to destroy….

But why? And who was she?

She masked her thoughts with a calm nod. “That’s all for now. You may leave.”

“Yes, Miss Harris,” the servant responded before quietly stepping away.

Once alone, Linda carefully tucked the fragment away, her expression unreadable.

The date was set.

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Chapter 127 He’s Not The Only One Who’s Worried About Her

This Friday. Eight o’clock.

A prime–time slot–proof of how much Blanche valued this performance. It wasn’t just another show; it was a

statement.

Hadley felt a rush of emotions–excitement, nerves, and the weight of expectation pressing down on her.

This was her first real stage performance. A defining moment. Failure wasn’t an option.

With tickets going on sale that night, Hadley forced herself to sleep early.

Blanche had already reassured her beforehand.

“Don’t stress over ticket sales,” she had said firmly. “Lightning Studio performances always sell out fast. Just focus on your dancing. If the premiere flops–that’s when we’ll have a problem.”

the next morning, when she checked the ticketing website, the numbers spoke

“Wow!”

covered her mouth, overwhelmed by the realization. “This is it. This is the big stage,” she thought. If she couldn’t make a name for herself

her out of her thoughts.

message from Denver.

sold out!” A blushed,

chuckled softly, warmth blooming in her chest. So he

“Thank you.”

be incredible.

his phone down, a thoughtful

a group chat. His fingers hovered for a moment–then he started typing.

Studio’s performance. VIP box tickets. Who’s in?”

send, and leaned back, waiting

already secured his

first performance? Not

been prepared for anything–even buying up any unsold tickets himself if demand had been low.

the money, and he was more than willing to spend

he had underestimated just how

he had stayed up, watching the ticketing site like a hawk. The moment the clock struck midnight, he

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he had barely managed to snag a few VIP box seats. If he had hesitated even a

pulling him

respond. “Hadley’s first stage

“Yeah. Come

“I’m in, too.”

“Thanks, Marshall.”

in. But what about Eric? Why so quiet?”

in hand, his phone

Barrie’s question.

Appreciate

set his phone down, his expression as composed as ever- impossible to read.

employees I reached out to weren’t able to secure tickets. Only a few managed to get through.”

Denver wasn’t the only one worried

had anticipated the possibility and had quietly arranged for Flynn Group employees to purchase tickets- his way of ensuring

the time they figured out the process, the

enough, Eric didn’t seem the least bit disappointed. If anything, there was a trace of

eyes.

problem. Tell them I appreciate

small nod. “Understood, Mr.

turned to leave, a

tickets… or was he just

Friday.

was alive with anticipation.

demeanor. Howeve efore heading to his seat, he made

the corridor leading from backstage to the main hall, was

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and then back to Denver. It wasn’t hard to guess who they

“Denver!”

dressed in her performance attire, the soft lighting in the corridor casting a glow against her delicate

“Hey, Hadley!”

at Denver’s lips as he lifted

small laugh, shaking

all. Actually… I’m a little nervous right now. You’re just in time to

nervous, Denver straightened, concern

You’re going to