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.

Linda sauntered over, her smile

I look like I’m

Linda smirked inwardly.

down, she refused to buy Hadley’s calm facade—surely it was

has it Eric was with Megan last night. Hours on end, just the two of them—what

Was Linda stirring the pot

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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 a minute—are you green with

flushing with a mix of fury and humiliation. “What a load of rubbish!” she

door burst open with a

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

Eric had been attacked.