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.

her seat than her

flashed

she answered, her voice

teasing, 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?!

crinkled.

like a carrot. “Don’t fret,

dance gig Eric had paved the

tone carried a faint edge of displeasure. “Why turn down

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 thanks to a few strings pulled. I’d rather not wave a red flag and draw more eyes than

𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖊:

That made sense.

for her sake. “If you’re set on flying under the radar, I’ll

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