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.

had Hadley plopped into her

name flashed across

she answered, her

like a friend who knew her better than she could admit. “When do you roll in? I’ll send Sebastian to pick you

The office?!

brow crinkled. “Why?

mystery like a carrot. “Don’t fret, though. It’s good news, not

Hadley replied, her words polite, perhaps softened by gratitude for the dance gig Eric had paved the way for. “But no

faint edge of displeasure. “Why turn down a perfectly

too much of a peacock’s plume. I only got in thanks to a few strings pulled. I’d rather not wave a

???? ?? ????:

That made sense.

on flying under the radar, I’ll let you call the

“Hadley, do I get a ‘good boy’ when