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.”

the recent calamity, Blanche had been among the worst injured. Over the

“Of course, Ms. Nicolson.”

Hadley hastened to

have gone regardless of Blanche’s

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

“Ms. Nicolson.”

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entered Blanche’s private room at

in—take

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

“Now that we’re all gathered, let’s keep this short and cut to the chase.” The heart of the discussion was

including severe ones to the lead dancers of two groups, which might force a

out of our hands. Accidents happen,

to oversee initial treatments at the hospital before arranging a chartered flight

following performances would need to be rescheduled. They hashed out the details, divvying up responsibilities to ensure