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

Chapter 152

Chapter 152 How

Shameless Can You Be

Hadley made her way back to her room.

Located two floors beneath Denver’s, her journey required an elevator ride.

As she stepped out of the elevator, her phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number, and it was a domestic call.

With a brief pause, Hadley connected the call. “Hello?”

The voice on the other end sounded vaguely familiar. “Hadley, it’s Wilma Moran.”

Instantly, Hadley tensed up; it was Denver’s mother!

Dread began to seep into her as she realized Denver had just checked in and now his mother was on the line.

“Mrs. Moran.” Hadley inhaled sharply. “What can I do for you?”

“This isn’t something I can explain over the phone. We need to meet in person.”

Hadley felt a wave of unease again. “Mrs. Moran, are you…?”

“Yes,” Wilma answered bluntly.

“I’m at your hotel. Meet me at the lounge cafe. I’ll be there.”

With a click, the call ended.

Staring at her phone, Hadley knew avoidance wasn’t an option. She made up her mind to face whatever came

her way.

The cafe was relatively empty at this time.

As Hadley stepped inside, she immediately spotted Wilma at a window table, her face partially hidden behind sunglasses as she sipped her coffee.

She quickened her steps and approached her. “Mrs. Moran.”

Noticing her arrival, Wilma removed her sunglasses and gestured to the chair across from her. “Please, have a

seat.”

Thank you,” Hadley responded, settling into the chair as suggested.

“Would you care for a drink?” Wilma offered, maintaining a courteous demeanor.

“No, thanks,” Hadley replied, declining with a shake of her head.

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Chapter 152 How Shameless Can You Be

Located two floors beneath Denver’s, her journey required an elevator ride.

As she stepped out of the elevator, her phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number, and it was a domestic call. With a brief pause, Hadley connected the call. “Hello?”

The voice on the other end sounded vaguely familiar. “Hadley, it’s Wilma Moran.”

it was Denver’s mother!

her as she realized Denver had just checked

Moran.” Hadley inhaled sharply. “What can

the

of unease again.

Wilma answered bluntly.

me at the lounge cafe. I’ll be there.”

click, the

avoidance wasn’t an option. She made up her mind to

her way.

empty

stepped inside, she immediately spotted Wilma at a window table, her face partially hidden

and approached

sunglasses and gestured to the chair

seat.”

responded, settling into the chair

you care for a drink?” Wilma

declining with a shake of her head.

might as well,” Wilma suggested with a smile. “I’m here

for you

could answer, Wilma caught the attention of a

we have a hot oat latte here for

“Of course.”

the order placed, Hadley felt compelled to express her

“The last time we met, I admit things turned sour. I acted hastily and

Caught off guard, Hadley dismissed the concern with a wave of her hand. “You were merely being honest. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

expression turned curious. “If you believe I was just being honest, does

staying with

delivered the oat latte and placed it before Hadley. “Here’s

“Thanks.”

the cup but hesitated to

hesitation, Wilma’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Take a sip, and let’s continue our discussion.”

Hadley sipped the

speech carefully on the way

gaze firmly, Hadley said, “I may not be the ideal match for Denver by many standards, but

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are you implying?”

Wilma’s smile faltered.

here isn’t to talk to me, but because

a silent, uncomfortable look.

remained firm in his decision, refusing

was deep and true.

being so bold, but if Denver is okay with it, I would very much like to stay by his

“Enough!”

mid–sentence. Her

boring into Hadley.

“Humph!”

voice carrying a chilling

can you be? What gives you the right

tensed, her hands sweating. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Moran, but have you thought about what Denver wants?”

facade crumbled. “Do you really think you

lips pressed firmly

dawned on her that it was time

stood up. “Mrs. Moran, I’m sincerely sorry… I should

to Wilma, pushed

phone and

go ahead.”

a reply, Wilma ended the call with a smug look.

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