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

Chapter 369:

Turning slightly, Linda reached out and accepted the object. A small, charred fragment—roughly the size of two knuckles.

She studied it, her fingers brushing over the burned edges. Her brows furrowed.

The fragment in Linda’s hand was small, but telling. A charred corner of a photograph. Though most of it had been lost to the flames, a faint outline remained—what seemed to be a head. The hairstyle suggested it belonged to a girl.

So, this was what Ernest was so desperate to destroy…

But why? And who was she?

She masked her thoughts with a calm nod. “That’s all for now. You may leave.”

“Yes, Miss Harris,” the servant responded before quietly stepping away. Once alone, Linda carefully tucked the fragment away, her expression unreadable.

The date was set.

This Friday. Eight o’clock.

this performance. It wasn’t just another show; it was a statement. Hadley felt a rush of emotions—excitement, nerves,

stage performance. A defining moment. Failure

on sale that night, Hadley forced herself to sleep

had already reassured

performances always sell out fast. Just focus on your

now

checked the ticketing website, the numbers spoke for themselves. Sold out.

“Wow!”

big stage,” she thought. If she

her

A message from Denver.

sold

warmth blooming in her chest. So he

to be incredible. Break