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

Chapter 1275:

“Ayla!”

Hadley pulled free from Eric’s hold and darted to Ayla’s side, concern etched across her face.

“Hadley…” Eric stood there, his arms now empty, surveying the disarray before him. With a sigh, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

He had hoped to avoid escalating things with the young lady, but her relentless antics left him no choice.

“Ayla!” Hadley knelt beside her, gently steadying her friend.

Ayla winced, sucking in a breath, but managed a weak smile. “It’s nothing, just a clumsy fall.”

“Come on. Let’s get you up. Can you stand?” Hadley asked, her voice soft but insistent.

“I think so,” Ayla replied, nodding.

Hadley carefully helped her to her feet, scanning her for injuries. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

shake of her head. “Just sore from the

a scrape on Ayla’s forearm, the skin raw and faintly

just a scrape,” Ayla said with a dismissive

disdain. “So eager to play the hero—why didn’t you just break your neck in

head whipped up, her glare piercing the young lady. How could she spew such venom? It was said that fans often reflected their idols, and Linda’s devotees seemed to share her

from the Scott

one of them

lady, his tone clipped.

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“Yes, sir!”

swiftly, seizing the young

panic flashing in her eyes as she gaped at

the Scott family property? What gives you the right to

her a glance, his patience long gone. “She is

“Understood, Mr. Scott!”

away, her protests muffled

“Let go of me!”