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 had never been

Always discarded, always coerced.

He had raised his hand to knock—but hearing her sobbing behind the sound of running water, he lowered it

internet, shooting to the top of the trending list and briefly crashing

dear

My beloved

large, steady one, and hers, pale and slender, adorned

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out of the car, her

boldly holding her hand

was in chaos, and naturally, the crew was fully aware of

She’s really

we start calling her Mrs. Flynn now? He made it official himself, after

farther than working hard

weight of their stares. Uncomfortable, she tried to pull her

she

let her go at last. “I’ll pick you up