Chapter 417
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now
Chapter 417:
âHa, ha.â Eric let out a harsh, mocking laugh. âWell, Eric, this is all on you!â
Two days later, Hadley and the dance troupe arrived in Tidebourne to kick off their tour.
Their schedule began locally and was set to extend internationally, with Tidebourne as their initial destination.
Lightning Dance Studio was seasoned in handling tours, and their planning ensured a smooth execution.
However, the weather turned unexpectedly harsh.
Suddenly, the warmth of the day gave way to a sharp cold by evening. Upon their arrival in Tidebourne, temperatures hovered around twenty-seven to twenty-eight degrees Celsius, but by night, it dramatically fell to near freezing. Simultaneously, strong winds began to roar, and heavy rain lashed down.
This abrupt change was due to a cold front colliding with a typhoon, impacting Tidebourne particularly hard due to its coastal location. The city felt besieged, the storm rattling closed windows.
Local authorities advised everyone to stay indoors, leading to the inevitable postponement of the troupeâs scheduled performance.
Consequently, the troupe found themselves trapped in their hotel.
Even if there hadnât been an advisory, the weather conditions made performing impossible.
They were staying at a newly built resort, secluded yet stunning.
Thankfully, the resort was well-equipped with essentials, sparing them from any significant inconvenience.
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That night, the dance troupe dined together. Hadley, sitting next to Elissa, handed her food over.
âHere, Elissa, take these ribs.â
âReally? Thank you!â
âDonât mention it,â Hadley responded with a smile. âI need to maintain my figure, so I really shouldnât eat any fatty meat. If anything, I owe you thanks.â
In a reciprocal gesture, Elissa placed all her shrimp onto Hadleyâs plate.
âHave more shrimp thenâtheyâre high in protein and low in fat.â
âAlright then.â
After spending several days together, their similar personalities drew them increasingly closer.
Alita, nearby, scoffed disdainfully,
âTalk about bad luck. Could it be someoneâs negative energy?â
Elissaâs brow knitted as she snapped a look back.
âAnd just who are you suggesting?â
âOh, just wondering aloud.â
Alita, never one to mince words, was visibly annoyed.
âWas I referring to you? Why the defensive reaction? You know, Elissa, youâve been quite the cheerleader for her. Sheâs hardly a star, and youâre already fawning over her. Desperate much?â
âWho are you calling desperate?â Elissa rose swiftly, her eyes locked on Alita.
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