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.

they started talking, Eric pushed his wine glass

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

her teeth, she

the driver finally blurted out,

what he’d

in and whispered with a smirk, “He likes

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be ridiculous,” Hadley muttered, worried

politely. “Sure.” They were coworkers, after all. No need

Let me get

Hadley unlocked her phone and waited, Eric approached. His

behind

was the first to notice him. She jumped to her feet, nudging Hadley

briefly, but then deliberately

You can scan it now,” she told

the