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

Chapter 1301:

But in the end, what was the point?

He still ended up sleeping with Ayla.

Hadley shut her eyes tight. She drew in a long breath, and then slowly let it out. Again. And again. Until her chest stopped shaking. When she opened her eyes, the fog had cleared.

She stared at her reflection and whispered, “This is good. No more confusion. No more struggle.”

She straightened up, splashed her face clean, and stepped out of the ladies’ room like nothing had happened.

“Chelsey,” she called calmly, “can you get the makeup artist? I need to redo my makeup.”

“Huh?” Chelsey blinked in surprise. “Why is your makeup washed off?”

“It’s nothing… Just call the makeup artist quickly so we don’t delay the shoot.”

Chelsey didn’t press the matter further and ran off. When she returned, she came back with news Hadley didn’t expect—Ayla

moment. Then, she let out a faint, bitter

was no need to ask. Of course, it was Eric’s

now he was trying to clean

morning. “I’ll think of

He wasn’t doing it out of guilt or respect. He was doing it because he feared his affair was

How ridiculous!

shoot? Will they recast her? Tsk. Everything she filmed will have to be redone. Good thing we just started. Hadley, don’t you think something weird’s going on? Ayla replaced the original actress, and now

the makeup

a light smile. “I need to get my

available

“Alright.”

makeup artist worked,

call. Message after message. All

down on the table. No calls answered. No messages read. No replies sent.