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 face. “I said stay

brick, her body shaking like a leaf in a

on the

swift motion, he stepped forward, his hand darting to

eyes rolled to the back of her skull,

the brick from her grasp. He cast a sharp glance

“On it, sir!”

as they settled into the vehicle. Eric gazed down at Hadley, tenderly brushing stray locks from her pale face.

current state, she might unsettle Joy if they went to her

magical tales on

“Okay, sir.”

Bay, Eric carried Hadley from the car into the

route, had arrived just ahead of

check on

“Of course.”

the doctor offered reassurance. “Physically, Miss Pearson is perfectly fine. But from what you’ve described, I suspect she may have suffered a psychological episode. I’m no expert in that field, but if you’re concerned, I would

his brow creased with concern. “Understood.

“You can go now.”