Chapter 490
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now
Chapter 490:
He stood there, waiting, half-expecting her to say something. To acknowledge him.
But Hadley didnât even spare him a glance. She stepped past him like nothing had happened.
As she moved past, he caught her wrist.
His voice was low, edged with tension. âPick it up.â
âWhat?â Hadley let out a quiet laugh. âWhy would I pick up something I threw away? Itâs disgusting.â
âPick it up!â Ericâs voice cut through the air, sharper this time, his gaze locking onto hers with unyielding intensity. âI said, pick it up.â
âOuch!â
Hadley flinched as his grip tightened around her wrist. She shot him a glare, yanking against his hold. âI wonât! You canât make me!â
Her eyes burnedâfierce, unwavering.
âTrash belongs where it belongsâin the trash!â
Trash?
Ericâs jaw tightened. Had she really just called the hair tie he gave her trash? His free hand curled into a fist at his side, frustration simmering beneath his skin.
âThat was a gift from me!â
Hadley let out a sharp laugh, her sneer cutting. âYou think itâs appropriate to give us both the same gift? Does Ernest know? That you gave his wife and me the exact same thing?â
She pointed at the trash can, mockery laced in every word. âI tossed it for your sake. Wouldnât want Ernest catching on to your shady intentions and ruining his recovery, now would we?â
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Ericâs fingers tightened around her wrist. Hard.
Hadley sucked in a sharp breath, her wince barely concealed. It felt like he was moments away from crushing the bone.
âShady intentions?â
His eyes burnedâan unsettling mix of fury and something even colder. âIs that what you think of me?â
âAm I wrong?â Her voice was steady, deliberate. âItâs not about what I think. If you donât want Ernest to lose it, you should keep your dirty little secrets buried.â
âHadley!â
Linda couldnât hold back any longer. She stormed forward, her voice sharp. âShut up!â
Without hesitation, she raised a hand and slapped Hadley across the face.
âI wonât let you talk about him like that!â
Hadley froze, the sharp sting still burning on her cheek. But the shock didnât last long. Her instincts took overâher hand shot up, striking Linda just as hard.
Linda staggered back, clutching her cheek in shock. Her voice wavered with disbelief. âYou actually hit me?â
âHumph!â Hadley scoffed, eyes cold. âOh, so itâs fine when you hit me, but I canât return the favor? Doesnât work that way.â
âIâm not letting this slide!â
Humiliated and seething, Linda lunged at Hadley.
âAh!â
Before she could land a blow, Hadleyâs fingers tangled into her hairâyanking hard enough that it felt like her scalp might rip clean off.
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