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

Chapter 345:

Adonis then gestured toward Hadley. “While your looks certainly caught my attention, relying solely on beauty would reduce you to just a pretty face, which I won’t allow to happen. Take this script home and immerse yourself in it. I want to see your interpretation of the character. Dig deep, alright?”

“Understood, sir.”

In no time, Elvin returned with the script and passed it to Hadley, leaning in to whisper, “Make sure you read it thoroughly and don’t screw it up.”

“Also,” Adonis added, “I’m not entirely sure which role will fit you best just yet. From the lead to the third female lead, I want you to analyze them all, if possible.”

“Of course.”

With the script in her hands, Hadley felt a wave of apprehension wash over her. Was acting really this intricate? She still found herself drawn to dancing.

At the hospital.

as she

to Ernest. As soon as she entered, Quentin ceased

been

nod toward

acknowledged him with a

“Goodbye, Miss Harris.”

“Take care.”

up a chair beside the bed, took Ernest’s hand,

to delve into the recent events that had unfolded. Instead,

a bit later than usual today. The chill in the air has settled in. Just stepping out of the car made my cheeks feel

cheek against Ernest’s palm as she spoke. Ernest’s brow furrowed slightly, and a tremor ran through his fingers as he lowered his hand,

raced. Was he intentionally

with warmth, “Is your arm weary? I

his mouth, but only a raspy, muffled sound came forth. Linda instantly grasped his need. After caring for him for so long, she recognized his signals like an