Chapter 127
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now
Chapter 127:
With a flourish, Lennon gestured to the doors of the dressing room and called out to those at the entry, âGo ahead, bring everything inside.â
No sooner had he issued the invitation than a group of seven or eight individuals entered, each carrying an item.
With evident delight, Lennon instructed them, âSet everything down on the middle table.â
This large table, positioned at the center of the dressing room, served as a communal spot for meals, casual drinks, and occasionally to host Lennonâs talks.
The group, clad in delivery uniforms, was clearly there to drop off takeout.
âWhat is this about?â
Whispering to one another, Hadleyâs colleagues clustered around her, curious about the unfolding scene.
Hadley shrugged and answered candidly, âIâm just as clueless.â
As they unpacked the takeout, the logo on the packaging caught their eyeâit was from the Red Shell Bistro.
âLook, itâs desserts from the Red Shell Bistro!â
âSeriously? Mr. Lewis, this is quite the treat!â
After all the items were set on the table, the delivery crew departed.
Gathering everyoneâs attention with a clap, Lennon announced, âLadies, weâve got desserts from the Red Shell Bistro here, plenty for all!â
âWow!â
The room erupted in cheers.
âThank you, Mr. Lewis!â
âWow, Mr. Lewis, youâve really outdone yourself.â
âNot at all.â With a dismissive wave and a knowing look toward Hadley, Lennon said, âActually, I didnât pay for it. Give your thanks to Hadley! This treat is courtesy of Mr. Flynn on her behalf!â
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âAmazing, Hadley!â
âTruly, weâre fortunate to have you as a friend, Hadley.â
âLetâs dive in then!â
âThanks for this, Hadley!â
Confronted with her colleaguesâ playful remarks, Hadley managed a tight smile.
âHadley.â
Approaching with a grin, Lennon said, âThough Mr. Flynn couldnât be here tonight, his generous act speaks volumes. Remember that.â
Hadley compressed her lips, nodding. âUnderstood.â
Having other tasks to handle, Lennon didnât stay. âMake sure you get some too. It was Mr. Flynnâs treat especially for youâdonât let them finish everything!â
âGot it.â
Once Lennon was gone, Hadleyâs smile quickly faded.
What was Eric thinking? Was he genuinely taken with a dancer? And did Linda have any clue?
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