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

Chapter 1005:

“Good,” Eric said.

He pulled out his phone, took her left hand—the one with the ring—and laced his fingers through hers. Then he snapped a photo of their joined hands.

Opening his Twitter app, he typed quickly.

Eric rarely used social media himself either. But as the head of Flynn Group, which owned East Entertainment Media, there were times he had to.

After posting, he glanced at her. “Open your Twitter and give me your phone.”

Hadley frowned, unsure of what he was planning now, but too exhausted to resist.

She handed him her phone without a word.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” she murmured, getting up.

She went to the ladies’ room, shut the door behind her, turned on the faucet, and stared into the mirror.

she whispered,

again. Her life

Always discarded, always coerced.

stood still. He had raised his hand to knock—but hearing her sobbing behind the

minute later, two tweets exploded across the internet, shooting to the top of the

My dear

beloved fiancée.

entwined—his large, steady one, and

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she stepped out of the car, her eyes were still faintly red and

walked her in, boldly holding her hand for everyone

chaos, and naturally, the crew was fully aware of the news. As the two entered hand-in-hand, glances were

that Hadley? She’s really

Mrs. Flynn now? He made it

well gets you farther than

Uncomfortable, she

she said

know.” Eric let her go at last.