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

Chapter 337:

Blanche arched an eyebrow. A cold sneer crossed her lips as she set her phone down on the coffee table. “Take a look. See for yourself. Is this you?”

“Okay.”

Hadley hesitated before reaching for the phone. The screen displayed a photo of her in costume from last night’s film shoot. Her stomach twisted.

“Ms. Nicolson, I…”

“Is this you?” Blanche’s eyes locked onto her, cold and unyielding. Hadley’s pulse thundered in her ears. A cold numbness spread through her limbs. There was no escaping it. The proof was right in front of them.

She clenched her jaw and nodded. “Yes. It’s me.”

“Wow.”

out a short, scornful

with disappointment. “Hadley,

instant, replaced by a sharp,

I took charge of this studio, no one has dared to break our rules. Yet here you are, the first to

color,

became part

Blanche snapped. Hadley’s words carried no weight. Blanche had a reputation for being strict. She never made

working on that outside project while you were here

her lips, but nothing came out. It was the truth, and there was

“How reckless!”

and disappointment flickered across her face. Rules were rules. No matter how much regret weighed on her, she couldn’t allow Hadley

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hand, her voice sharp and unwavering. “Change out of your practice clothes and leave.

head snapped up, her eyes already glistening

yourself, I had no way to protect you. If I did, how could I expect to lead this troupe?” She let out a slow