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

Chapter 789:

If that happened, Astrid’s chances of landing a decent husband would vanish forever.

“Mrs. Moran, please, I beg you!” Noreen pleaded.

Mission accomplished, Wilma didn’t linger another second and stormed off.

“Oh, God…” Noreen’s legs gave way, and she crumpled to the floor in a heap.

Moments later, Astrid’s voice floated in from outside. “Mom? What’s happening? Why’s the door wide open? What if some crook slips in?”

Stepping inside, Astrid was shocked to see her mother sprawled on the floor. “Mom, what is wrong?”

At the sight of her daughter, a spark of rage ignited in Noreen’s chest. She reared back and delivered a sharp slap across Astrid’s cheek.

“Astrid, how dare you!”

a lesson you won’t

left home and headed straight for the dance studio. Upon arrival, the staff informed him that Hadley had dashed off to

trail there. He lingered in his car, nerves jangling as he replayed the memory of Hadley’s tears—a haunting image of the pain he’d caused her. At last, Denver summoned his

loitered just outside the practice room. By some miracle, Linda showed up right on time that afternoon.

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her eye. “Miss Pearson, your friend has been lingering outside for quite a while. I tried coaxing him in, but

brow furrowed. Which friend could

time now. Thanks,

cheeky wink. “He is quite the looker. Is he

had a hunch who it might be. With a soft smile,

“Figures.

water aside, and slipped out of the practice room into the archive room