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.

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

brow, unfazed. “Do I look like I’m falling apart

Linda smirked inwardly.

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

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

didn’t bite. Was Linda

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a serene smile and turned the tables. “Sounds 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

mix of fury and humiliation. “What a load of

open with a

urgency. “Miss Pearson! Trouble is brewing—Mr. Flynn’s in real

Eric had been attacked.