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

Chapter 1240:

Another thought flickered through his mind. “Is it that photo? Does it bother you that Hadley once danced at Galant?”

Eric could squash rumors about Hadley and Duran, pull the wool over the media’s eyes, but Marshall knew the truth. And if Marshall knew, so did Denver.

“You…” Eric hesitated, his brow lifting as if questioning Denver. “Do you think she has a shady past or something? Is that what you’re holding against her?”

Denver’s brow furrowed, but he said nothing, his silence ringing louder than words. Eric took it as a confession.

“You actually…” Eric’s face paled, anger rising in him like a tidal wave. “You dare look down on Hadley? How could you scorn her?” His fist rose again, like a thundercloud ready to burst.

This time, Denver didn’t even blink.

Still, Eric’s hand froze midair. Instead, he clamped it onto Denver’s shoulder. “Come on! You’re coming with me!”

Denver looked wary. “Where to?”

the door. “This is a misunderstanding! Hadley never had anything with Duran—I

Denver wrenched free, his voice firm as iron. “I’ll say it again—I don’t love Hadley

at the man before him as if seeing a

didn’t love

“Why?”

but falling out of love? That always

sneer was sharp as a blade, his smile cold as winter. “Deep down, you just don’t trust her. You scorn her.” He jabbed a finger at Denver, his jaw tight as a vice. “You’re no prize yourself, Denver. I gave you too

a whip. “I wouldn’t waste

Denver to

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dropped his arm and stormed off, fury

eased the IV needle from Hadley’s arm. Elissa held the cotton ball in place for Hadley,

smile.

half-scolding, half-concerned. “You can manage, huh? A simple cold turned into a fever. You’ve