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

Chapter 1357:

Joy’s spontaneous intervention tipped the scales decisively in Eric’s favor.

“Hadley…” Eric pressed his advantage gently, recognizing the pivotal moment. “Please consider it. It’s merely an interim solution. When I’ve resolved the complications within the Scott family…” he paused meaningfully, “I’ll secure a fresh start for both of you elsewhere.” The stark reality remained that Millland Road had ceased to be a viable residence for them.

Beyond its aging infrastructure, the neighborhood offered neither privacy nor security measures necessary for their circumstances. Hadley’s burgeoning career in entertainment had already garnered attention, and her ascending popularity would only intensify scrutiny moving forward.

Hadley cradled Joy against her chest, her mind a labyrinth of conflicting considerations. After what seemed an eternity, she inclined her head in acceptance. “Alright,” she conceded quietly.

Pragmatism also guided her decision—Cordell would proceed regardless of her objections. More compelling was the genuine fear that had taken root within her… Even the most remote threat was sufficient motivation to shield Joy from experiencing another moment of terror.

“Hadley…” Unmistakable elation transformed Eric’s features, erasing the lines of concern that had previously dominated his expression. His transparent delight provoked a frown from Hadley, disquiet settling like a stone in her chest.

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Hadley questioned, apprehension evident in her voice. She

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continuing, “I’ll appoint a female security specialist to remain in your proximity at all times. Your responsibility will be to remain within her visual field

voice intensified as he underscored the point, “I mean this literally—at

of his stipulation registered clearly with Hadley. She wasn’t about to let stubbornness override her sense of self-preservation. With solemn comprehension, she nodded her

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another concern emerging. Reservations lingered in Hadley’s expression. “If we move to Olisvale Bay, wouldn’t such an arrangement necessitate

southern wing of the estate. That villa stands completely detached from the main residence, with an extensive garden serving as a natural barrier. It maintains a private entrance—we’d need to actively pursue an encounter to

more tolerable. Hadley released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding,