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

Chapter 132 Is This Your Version Of Devotion

Denver, his nerves frayed with anticipation, shoved his phone into his pocket and bolted for the door–be had to see Hadley!

But the moment he stepped into the hallway, a familiar obstacle stood in his path.

“And just where do you think you’re going?”

“Mom,” Denver said exhaling, frustration simmering beneath his breath. “I am an adult. I have every right to

make my own choices.”

“Humph.”

Wilma sneered, “So you wouldn’t tell me? Fine. Let me guess–you are in such a hurry to see Hadley, aren’t you?”

Denver hesitated briefly. It was no surprise that his mother had figured it out, and he had no reason to deny it.

“Yes,” he admitted,

“Hal” Wilma pointed a finger at him and laughed mockingly. “Try stepping out of this house today, I dare you.”

“Mom?”

Denver frowned, failing to understand her reaction. “I am not a child anymore. You cannot dictate my every

move.”

“Dictate your every move? Are you accusing me now?”

Wilma’s eyes narrowed as she took a slow step forward, her voice laced with scorn.

“And how could you talk to me like that? I raised you, funded your education, and now you are working at the Moran family’s company. Everything you own, everything you have achieved, came from this family.”

Denver’s face paled slightly at her words. “Mom, what are you trying to say?”

“What am I trying to say?” Wilma’s voice turned cold, like the bite of winter’s wind. “If you insist on being with Hadley, then leave this house. You are no longer a part of this family.”

Hearing this, Denver stood frozen.

Never had he even intended to issue such an ultimatum to force his parents to accept Hadley, yet here his mother was, pushing him into a choice he had not planned to make so soon.

“I will not give up on Hadley.” Denver let out a deep sigh. “If that is truly what you want, then fine… I will leave.”

Without another word, he turned back toward his room.

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Wilma was caught completely off guard Without hesitation, she hurried after him, her pulse rekening in she watched in disbelief he was actually packing his bags

her eyes, and she snapped, “Do you think walking

too!”

mid–motion

struck fear into him, Wilma let out a triumphant smirk “feeling scared now?

to throw everything

“Enough”

how furious he was,

not want to cross a line he could not return

he would just stand

is the woman I love. The least you can do is show her some respect. Do whatever you want, but my decision is

certain–leaving this house would not spell his

up

suitcase shut, grabbed the handle, and turned to

is happening

unfolding scene. His chest tightened as he

going? We should

him go! Do not stop him!” Wilma shot her husband a withering glare and snapped, “Denver has lost all

he is so determined to leave,

from his father’s grasp, his expression

care of yourselves.”

he strode toward the stairs, his suitcase rolling

Roderick called after him, voice laced

“Let him go!”

watching their son’s retreating figure with thinly veiled frustration. “He actually believes living on his own will be a walk in the park? He has never faced a real struggle–let us see how

caught off guard. “Well… if that is what you think.”

Eric heard from Marshall about Denver’s abrupt departure from

let out a low whistle. “So he really

nodded. “Aunt Wilma is serious. She has warned all relatives and friends not to

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unless they want to be on her bad side.”

decree in place, who would dare to

clicked his tongue. “That is brutal. Looks like she has no intention of ever

he spoke, his gaze flicked toward

not tell me you think I orchestrated their

out a cigarette, taking a

he had said Denver and Hadley were not a good

with no powerful family backing? How could a high,standing

approve?

indulged in such wishful thinking.

Marshall, “So where is Denver staying now? Is

alright? He is crashing with one of them,” Marshall replied, shaking his head. “But word is, Hadley is not speaking to him. She blocked

gawked. “So he is left with

making sense of it. “Well, Hadley is not wrong.

now would

that be reckless?” Eric, who had been silent until now, suddenly cut

ashtray. “Was

who insisted?”

had known what he was getting

this path, he

weight of his words settled over the room

and Marshall exchanged glances