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.

cascaded down her

her body shaking like

stop—she was on the verge of harming

with worry. In a swift motion, he stepped forward, his hand darting to the nape of Hadley’s

Hadley’s eyes rolled to the back of her

in one arm, his other hand gently freeing the brick from her grasp. He cast a sharp glance at the bodyguard

“On it, sir!”

they settled into the vehicle. Eric gazed

if they went to her place. Besides, he wanted a

magical tales

“Okay, sir.”

carried Hadley from the car into the elegant home he had made

doctor, summoned en route, had arrived

check on

“Of course.”

is perfectly fine. But from what you’ve described, I suspect she may have suffered a psychological episode. I’m

his brow creased with concern. “Understood.

“You can go now.”