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

Chapter 1258:

The paparazzo felt a sharp yank at his collar, and before he could react, he was hurled aside like a rag doll.

“Ah…” he groaned, dazed.

“Hadley!”

Eric, arriving in the nick of time, shoved the paparazzo into the hands of Phillip, his trusted aide.

“Don’t come any closer!” Hadley’s voice cut through the air as Eric stepped toward her, freezing him in his tracks.

“Hadley?”

Eric paused, sensing something amiss.

Her face was ashen, her lips drained of color, and her eyes—those vacant, haunted eyes—seemed to gaze right through him, as if he were a ghost.

“Hadley, it’s me, Eric. Look at me,” Eric urged, edging closer.

“Stay away!” Hadley cried out, her voice a fierce tremor laced with fear.

tears cascaded down her face.

brick, her body shaking like a

to stop—she was on the verge

worry. In a swift motion, he stepped forward, his hand darting

Hadley’s eyes rolled to the back of

her deftly in one arm, his other hand gently freeing the brick from her grasp. He cast a sharp glance at the bodyguard hovering nearby and barked, “Fetch

“On it, sir!”

into the vehicle. Eric gazed down

unsettle Joy if they went to her place. Besides, he

tales

“Okay, sir.”

the car into the

route, had arrived just ahead

on her,”

“Of course.”

a thorough examination, the doctor offered reassurance. “Physically, Miss Pearson is perfectly fine. But from what you’ve described, I suspect she may have suffered a psychological

creased with concern. “Understood. Thank

“You can go now.”