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

Chapter 1412:

Gasps rippled through the bystanders.

“Which Mr. Scott do you think she’s talking about?”

“How many Mr. Scotts do you know in Srixby?”

“Wait… could it be Eric Scott?”

“No way… that’s huge.”

In the shadows of the crowd, Hadley’s eyes narrowed at what she just heard. Mr. Scott. Fishy candles. Lured him into bed…

Then chaos erupted. Ayla lunged, and the two women fell into a scuffle—yelling, shoving, hair flying.

Hadley didn’t move, her expression frozen as she watched the scene unravel. There was something oddly familiar about the woman fighting Ayla. Her voice. Her face.

And then it clicked.

hotel the film crew stayed at during a location shoot. More

in rapid flashes—like puzzle pieces snapping

surfacing, something she’d

“Call security!”

out of

as the crowd buzzed louder. Tamara hurried to Hadley’s side, shielding her. “Miss Pearson,

as security began dragging the pair away. Then she turned

do

for

“Just say

the woman was brought into a quiet

she asked, almost

“What do you want?”

but laced with purpose. “I just want to ask