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

Chapter 461:

When had Eric slipped away? She couldn’t quite pinpoint it. The drug had lulled her into a deep calm, and sleep had claimed her soon after.

Testing her limbs, she felt a renewed vigor.

With a stretch of her arms, she propped herself up and noticed her clothes neatly folded by the bedside.

Eric hadn’t taken liberties while she was unconscious. Not that she pegged him as a saint—far from it.

He simply wasn’t interested—that much she knew all too well.

Even during their marriage, he had shown no desire to touch her.

Rising to her feet and slipping into her clothes, her phone suddenly buzzed.

It was Blanche on the line.

“Hello, Ms. Nicolson.”

calamity, Blanche had been among the worst injured. Over the phone, she asked

“Of course, Ms. Nicolson.”

Hadley hastened

gone

of her troupe colleagues had been hurt, and she wanted to see if she

“Ms. Nicolson.”

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Blanche’s private room at the

in—take a

room held several other troupe members—dancers and department heads among

motioned for everyone to settle down. “Now that we’re all gathered, let’s keep this short and cut to the chase.” The

lead dancers of two groups, which might force a halt to

out of our hands.

at the hospital before arranging a chartered flight back to

be rescheduled. They hashed