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

and she snapped, “Do you think walking away is that easy? I will

too!”

hesitated mid–motion “Mom?”

she had finally struck fear into him, Wilma let out a

like it! You were really about to throw everything

“Enough”

tightened as he swallowed his anger. No matter how furious he was, she was

want to cross a line

that did not mean he would just stand there and take it.

do is show her

this house would not spell his doom. He would survive.

up on

zipped his suitcase shut, grabbed the handle,

happening

witness the unfolding scene. His chest tightened

you are going? We should talk this

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

he is so determined to

freed himself from his father’s grasp, his expression

care of yourselves.”

stairs, his suitcase rolling behind

after him, voice laced with hesitation.

“Let him go!”

own will be a walk in the park? He has never faced a real struggle–let us see how long he

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

heard from Marshall about Denver’s abrupt

let out a low whistle. “So he really got kicked out?”

Marshall nodded. “Aunt Wilma is serious. She has warned all relatives

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to be on

decree in place, who would dare to defy

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

his gaze

Do not tell me you think I orchestrated their relationship?” Eric narrowed his eyes.

a sharp breath and pulled out a cigarette,

very beginning, he had said Denver and Hadley were not a good match.

powerful family backing? How could a high,standing family

approve?

indulged in

Marshall, “So where is Denver staying now?

of them,” Marshall replied, shaking his head.

“So he is

nodded to himself, as if making sense

now would be reckless-”

be reckless?” Eric, who had been silent until

out his half–burned cigarette in the ashtray. “Was she the one clinging to Denver?

who insisted?”

he was getting into from the start.

he should see it through.”

over

and Marshall exchanged glances but said nothing.