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

Chapter 964:

“Thanks.” He gave a sheepish grin, pulled out the chair, and sat down. “Not many people on this side.”

“Right,” Hadley agreed. Most had flocked to the director’s table—or Eric’s—eager for face time with the big names.

Ayla pouted from beside her friend. “I told you to sit by Adonis, but nooo. You had to be difficult.”

Hadley laughed, scooping food onto Ayla’s plate. “It’s quieter here. Less competition for food. We’ll actually get to eat—what’s not to love?”

“You…” Ayla sighed like a mother scolding a child. “You never take your shot!”

“Ahem.” The driver cleared his throat, clearly working up the nerve to speak. He then glanced nervously at Hadley. “Hadley.”

“Yes?” She turned to him, puzzled. “Something wrong?”

He rubbed his hands together, visibly anxious. “What is it?”

Meanwhile, across the room at another table, Eric’s eyes hadn’t left Hadley once. The moment the driver sat beside her, his expression darkened.

started talking, Eric pushed his wine glass away. “Excuse me a

you going?” Linda tried to catch his sleeve but missed. She could only watch as he strode across the room—right toward the quiet table in

her teeth, she

finally blurted out, “Hadley,

That was what he’d been so worked up

in and whispered with a smirk, “He likes

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ridiculous,” Hadley muttered,

Hadley smiled politely. “Sure.” They were coworkers, after

“Great! Let me get my

her phone and waited, Eric approached. His gaze landed

behind Hadley,

Ayla was the first to notice him. She jumped to

but then deliberately turned her attention back to her

You can scan it now,” she

He scanned the code,