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!

she realized Denver had just checked in

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

the phone.

wave of unease again. “Mrs.

Wilma answered

at your hotel. Meet me at the lounge cafe. I’ll

click, the

wasn’t an option. She made up

her way.

empty

she immediately spotted Wilma at a window table, her face partially hidden behind sunglasses as she sipped

and approached

gestured to the chair across from her.

seat.”

responded, settling into the

care for a drink?” Wilma offered, maintaining a

thanks,” Hadley replied, declining with a shake of her

as well,” Wilma suggested with a smile. “I’m here to talk, not to argue. Relax a little–can I order

for you then?”

Wilma caught

a hot oat latte here for my friend, please?”

“Of course.”

felt compelled to express her gratitude. “Thank you, Mrs. Moran.”

to carry a touch of regret. “The last time we met, I admit things turned sour. I acted hastily and

not!” Caught off guard, Hadley dismissed the concern with a wave of her hand. “You were merely being honest. It’s

Wilma’s expression turned curious. “If you believe I was just being honest, does this mean

staying

that moment, the waiter delivered the oat latte and placed it before Hadley.

“Thanks.”

grasped the cup but hesitated

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

sipped the latte

had actually prepared her speech carefully on the way

ideal match for Denver by many standards, but I’m not in a position to make any promises.”

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you implying?”

Wilma’s smile faltered.

to talk to me, but because you’ve been unable to sway Denver, am I

was a silent,

Moran,” Hadley continued, sensing she had struck a nerve. Denver remained firm in his decision, refusing to give in

affection for her was deep

me for being so bold, but if Denver is okay with it, I would very

“Enough!”

mid–sentence. Her glare was as

boring into Hadley.

“Humph!”

sneered, her voice carrying

be? What gives you the right to say something like

the tension, Hadley’s posture tensed, her hands sweating. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Moran, but

really think you

lips pressed

dawned on her that it was time

Moran, I’m sincerely sorry… I should go

nodded slightly to Wilma, pushed back her chair,

her phone and swiftly made

go ahead.”

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

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