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

Chapter 796:

Eric lingered outside the master bedroom, teetering on whether to follow, but ultimately turned on his heel and made for the study instead. No sooner had he settled into his chair than his phone shattered the silence with its insistent ring. It was Linda on the line.

“Hello?” Eric answered, voice steady as stone.

“Eric,” Linda replied, her voice drifting from her car after a long shift at the TV station. “I swung by the archive room earlier and saw you guys had cleared out. Is everything all right between you and Hadley?”

Eric offered no reply, holding his tongue.

Sensing the tension, Linda pressed on. “May I ask—do Hadley and Denver cross paths like that often?”

As in regular rendezvous?

his anger simmering like a pot about to boil

with concern. “Some truths are tough to swallow, but for your sake, I have to say it. Are

“I told you from the start—she is not playing straight with you.

Linda could finish, Eric interrupted. “Linda, it’s late. You should head home and get some

outdone by Hadley? Not in her book. Both she and Hadley were orphans, cut from the same cloth with no pedigree to lean on, but Linda had once basked in the glow of the powerful Flynn family long before Hadley arrived. If her own happiness had slipped through her fingers, why

𝒶𝒿𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝓮

really meet Denver on the regular? He doubted it. Since he and Hadley had intertwined their lives, they were rarely apart—like two peas in a pod. Still, Hadley did have pockets of time to

rubbed his temple as if to

coming to smooth things over. If she apologized and

masking his anticipation with a cool,

open, and Eric’s face fell like a stone. It wasn’t Hadley—it was the