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

Chapter 611:

Continuously checking her phone, Hadley urged Eric, “Could you speed up a bit?”

Tardiness at the studio meant not only a cut in pay but also missing out on her attendance bonus.

“Got it.”

Eric accelerated, though the traffic was thickening by the minute. He looked over at Hadley, concern evident in his voice. “Did you skip breakfast in your rush?”

“I did.” Hadley nodded, not in the mood to think about that now.

Without hesitation, Eric grabbed his phone and made a quick call.

“Hey, it’s me. Swing by Grandma’s Kitchen, grab a batch of their donuts, and take them to Lightning Dance Studio—fast!”

Hadley caught every word. Was he arranging this for her?

After hanging up, Eric assured her with a nod. “Hold on, you’ll have something to munch on shortly. Donuts from Grandma’s Kitchen—your favorites, right?”

Indeed, they were.

how had he

a sudden surge of emotions, Hadley responded with a raspy, “Yes, that’s correct.” The remainder

Hadley quickly expressed her gratitude, saying,

exited the car

out. “Hold on, the donuts will be here any

“I’m not waiting!”

responded quickly, “I have to check in now! Appreciate

𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫶ⅽ𝗈𝗺

dashed into the

only your gratitude?” Eric sighed, speaking to himself. “Skipping breakfast isn’t good for you.” He

had proven difficult, and he ended

“Mr. Flynn!”

“Right here!”

instructed, “Please inform Phillips I’ll be delayed by about forty minutes. He should handle things till I get

“Understood, Mr. Flynn.”

hand, Eric