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.

Linda called softly as she stepped into the

standing by the bed and reporting something to Ernest. As soon as she entered, Quentin ceased speaking. He offered

have been discussing? A nagging thought lingered in her mind—were they keeping something

nod toward Ernest, “I’ll take my

acknowledged him with a

“Goodbye, Miss Harris.”

“Take care.”

a chair beside the bed, took Ernest’s

recent events that had unfolded. Instead, she kept the conversation light,

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

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

raced. Was he intentionally distancing

composure, she replied with warmth, “Is your arm weary? I apologize for making you

his mouth, but only a raspy, muffled sound came forth. Linda instantly grasped his