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

Chapter 561:

“Excuse me?” Hadley lifted her eyes slowly, her lips curving in a…

A subtle smile. “I know. But Eric insists I eat, so… what can I do?”

“You!” Linda spat, livid at Hadley’s self-assured smirk.

In that instant, all the frustration and jealousy she’d been storing—over Eric and Ernest—came roaring to the surface.

She couldn’t stand seeing Hadley’s perfect yet infuriating face for even another second.

“Get out! Go! Right now!” Linda snapped.

Hadley’s easy smile vanished in an instant, replaced by an icy stare.

“What did you just say to me?”

Linda’s sneer deepened, her voice low and sharp. “Don’t pretend you didn’t hear me. I said get out of here.”

shot a sidelong glance toward the kitchen, where Eric

do you think he’d do if I told him exactly what you just said?” With an unimpressed arch of her brow, Linda answered coolly, “Do it. Think a few days of playing house with him

then, Eric emerged, carefully carrying a plate in each

“Breakfast’s ready!”

insist on staying, then

plates on the table, shooting them both

the tension. Unsure how to handle it, he quietly sat down beside

uncomfortable silence. She reached for a

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on, Hadley. Try it. I was up before sunrise making these.” The morsel hovered inches away; all Hadley had to do was open her mouth. But Linda’s

no way she’d take even

Linda prodded, pushing the food closer.

Suddenly—smack!

away. The fork—along with the bacon—slipped from

in exaggerated alarm. “Hadley, what the hell is wrong with

Linda’s theatrics. She didn’t need Linda to drive her out;

sprang to her feet and was ready to storm