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

Chapter 490:

He stood there, waiting, half-expecting her to say something. To acknowledge him.

But Hadley didn’t even spare him a glance. She stepped past him like nothing had happened.

As she moved past, he caught her wrist.

His voice was low, edged with tension. “Pick it up.”

“What?” Hadley let out a quiet laugh. “Why would I pick up something I threw away? It’s disgusting.”

“Pick it up!” Eric’s voice cut through the air, sharper this time, his gaze locking onto hers with unyielding intensity. “I said, pick it up.”

“Ouch!”

Hadley flinched as his grip tightened around her wrist. She shot him a glare, yanking against his hold. “I won’t! You can’t make me!”

Her eyes burned—fierce, unwavering.

belongs where it belongs—in

Trash?

hair tie he gave her trash? His free hand curled into a fist at his

a

sneer cutting. “You think it’s appropriate to give us both the same gift?

your sake. Wouldn’t want Ernest catching on to your

your imagination

tightened around

her wince barely concealed. It felt like he was moments

“Shady intentions?”

and something even colder. “Is that what you think of

wrong?” Her voice was steady, deliberate. “It’s not about what I think. If you don’t want Ernest to lose it,

“Hadley!”

any longer. She stormed forward, her

hand and slapped

let you talk about

her cheek. But the shock didn’t last long. Her instincts took over—her hand shot up, striking Linda just as