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

Chapter 893:

“Mom,” Denver’s brow dipped, his voice turning serious. “I’m a grown man. I want to steer my own ship—not have every step tracked and dictated by you.”

Wilma reeled, stunned. Her son wanted to leave because of her? “What are you saying?” she snapped, blind to her own flaws. “I’m your mother—don’t you see I’m just watching out for you?”

“Hey, Marshall,” Denver said, flicking his gaze over. “Catch my drift now? Do you now understand why I want to leave?”

“Denver!” Wilma’s voice rose, sharp with agitation. “What’s with this attitude? Is it so wrong for me to want what’s good for you?”

“What’s good for me?” Denver’s laugh was cold, edged with disdain. “You mean what’s good in your eyes—splitting me from the one I loved, pushing me toward someone you picked?”

“You!” Wilma’s fury flared, her face mottled with rage. “So it boils down to Hadley, huh? I shouldn’t have meddled, fine—but what of it? You’re going to hold that over me?”

“I wouldn’t dare,” Denver shot back, his expression icy. “Do what you want.”

“You…”

point. “Didn’t you bring me here to

flickered between fury and pallor as she squeezed his hand. “I’m

“Don’t worry.” Marshall nodded.

study. As the door clicked shut, Denver

with a rueful grin. “What if I told you Hadley and

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revelation hit Denver like a

did you just say?” Denver stood frozen

weary breath. “I probably shouldn’t have let that slip… For one, Eric was his buddy, and spilling this felt like a stab in the back. They both knew Eric had no plans to let Hadley go, breakup or not. For another, it was for Denver’s own good. His clashes

snapped out of his daze, a flicker of thrill lighting up his

confirmed