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

Chapter 809:

His trust, much like his kindness, always seemed to dance around the mark, never quite hitting the bullseye, leaving her hanging.

At the TV station, it was Group A’s turn to rehearse, with the official recording set to kick off next week. Every artist showed up, ready to roll.

Hadley slipped into her workout gear and stepped into the practice room, her presence calm and commanding.

Her eyes skimmed over Linda and Megan, cool as a cucumber, betraying no flicker of emotion.

She took her spot at the front, giving her hands a light clap. “Tessie, if you please, play the music… everyone, fall in behind me—let’s get this show on the road!”

As the beat kicked in, Hadley stretched her arms gracefully. She didn’t join the dance, instead keeping time like a seasoned conductor, steering the troupe with ease.

After the session wrapped, Linda sauntered over, her smile dripping with faux concern.

arched a brow, unfazed. “Do I look like I’m falling apart at the

Linda smirked inwardly.

gone down, she refused to buy Hadley’s calm

Megan, who lingered nearby, Linda dropped her bombshell. “Word has it Eric was with Megan last night. Hours on end, just the two of them—what do

Was Linda stirring

l no

like you’re barking up the wrong tree. If you’re dying to know, why not ask Megan yourself?” Then, a spark of mischief lit her eyes as she leaned in. “Wait

flushing with a mix of fury and

open with a bang, and Theodore charged in,

side, his voice thick with urgency. “Miss Pearson! Trouble is brewing—Mr. Flynn’s in real

Eric had been attacked.