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

Chapter 339:

A dull ache settled in her head. Not that it mattered now. Even if she uncovered the truth, what difference would it make? This time, she had no one to blame but herself.

Hadley barely left her apartment that day, sinking into the quiet weight of her thoughts. By evening, her phone rang.

Denver’s voice came through, casual as ever. “Hadley, I’m outside the studio. When are you getting out?”

She shifted in bed, her tone flat with exhaustion. “I’m not there.”

“What?” Denver sounded caught off guard. “You already left? Did rehearsals wrap up early today?”

He knew how hard she had been working. In just a few days, she was supposed to take center stage.

“Yeah,” she muttered. Her voice lacked its usual spark. “Listen, if that’s all, I’m hanging up.” Without waiting for a reply, she ended the call.

Denver stared at his phone, frowning. Something was off. Hadley sounded distant, almost defeated. That wasn’t like her.

crept in, and before he could think twice, he turned the car toward

deeper into her thoughts. The more she dwelled on her

her

shuffled to the door.

“Denver?”

“Hadley.”

time at her place. He had even gotten lost trying to find the right floor, and the sweat glistening on his forehead made

the second he saw her face, his suspicions were confirmed. “You sounded off

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show up just because

“Denver…”

stirred in her chest, but it quickly faded as reality sank in. She let out a slow breath and admitted, “I messed up. Ms. Nicolson kicked me out of

stalled for a

it was devastating. Lightning Dance Studio was one of the most prestigious platforms for contemporary dancers.