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?”

toward the door. “This is a misunderstanding! Hadley never had anything with Duran—I could stake my honor

me go!” Denver wrenched free, his voice firm as iron. “I’ll say it again—I don’t love Hadley anymore. I’m

before him as if seeing

didn’t love

“Why?”

falling out of love? That

“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,

a whip. “I wouldn’t waste my fists on garbage

would dragging Denver

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dropped his arm and stormed off, fury trailing him like a

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

faint smile. “I can manage, you

her a look, half-scolding, half-concerned. “You can manage, huh? A simple cold turned into