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

Chapter 803:

Theodore planted himself like a sentinel, unwavering. “Miss Pearson, as long as I’m standing here, you won’t be crossing that threshold.”

Hadley stood thunderstruck, her mind spinning with no clear path forward.

With a resigned sigh, she turned on her heel and retreated back inside. The hour had grown late, and a trip to her apartment was off the table. Joy would be crestfallen not to see her mother, no doubt.

But in the grand scheme, it hardly mattered. A sibling for Joy was on the way, and she would weather the storm just fine.

All Joy needed was patience—a little time to bide.

If her apartment was out of reach, surely the TV station wasn’t? It was her job, after all.

Steeling herself, Hadley made another break for the door, only to find Theodore barring her way once more.

“Step aside!” she snapped, her eyes flashing as she glared up at him. “I’m headed to the TV station. Are you really going to stop me from working?”

Theodore stood tall, an unyielding wall, his voice clipped and formal. “I answer only to Mr. Flynn.”

Hadley’s personal affairs, he wouldn’t—and

A sarcastic laugh burst from her lips, laced with frustration. “Fine then, I’ll take

living room, Hadley snatched up

connected, ringing on and on, only to fade into

??????

tried again—and again—each attempt met with the

dead-set on giving her the

What now?

cards to play, Hadley scrolled

weather today and can’t make it

take it easy. Your team isn’t rehearsing today

“Thanks a million!”

up and feel

adrift. She had dodged work for today, but what about

refused to pick up

What could she do?