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

Chapter 291:

So that was Eric’s grand scheme—blocking Hadley’s job prospects not out of spite, but to nudge her toward Blanche’s dance troupe?

And now he was plotting to woo her?

Hadn’t he once vowed to despise her forever? Wasn’t it he who’d sworn, with fire in his veins, that forgiveness would never cross her threshold?

When had the tides turned?

Where had everything gone off the rails?

Two days later, Hadley set out for home.

Still a newcomer to the troupe, she hadn’t yet been handed a spotlight role. Blanche had brought her along mostly to get her feet wet—learning the ropes, meeting the crew, and soaking in the rhythm of the operation.

Every detail, down to the train tickets, had been neatly arranged by Blanche’s assistant.

sooner had Hadley plopped into her seat than her phone buzzed

name flashed

answered, her voice a

a friend who knew her better than she could

The office?!

crinkled. “Why?

the mystery like a carrot. “Don’t

for the dance gig Eric had

tone carried a faint edge of displeasure. “Why turn

get angry,” Hadley interjected swiftly, catching the storm brewing in his voice. “I’m with my colleagues, and your car—well, it’s a bit too much of a peacock’s plume. I only got in

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That made sense.

Eric conceded, softening for her sake. “If you’re set on flying under the radar, I’ll let you call

before he tossed out, “Hadley, do I get a ‘good boy’ when I actually bend an ear