Chapter 731
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now
Chapter 731:
Eric hesitated. He had spoken instinctively, but now, standing here, watching the quiet turmoil flicker in his brotherâs eyes, he realizedâErnest wasnât choosing to let Linda go. He simply had no other choice.
Monday arrived.
Eric had recovered well, which meant Hadleyâs leave was officially over. It was time to return to the dance studio. Early that morning, Sebastian pulled up outside, ready to drive her to work before heading to the Flynn Group.
Hadley settled into the car, absently watching the city blur past the window. Her mind wanderedâmaybe she could sneak back to her apartment during her lunch break to check on her daughterâ¦
But thenâher gaze froze.
Her heart lurched into her throat.
Without thinking, she reached for the car door, only to find it locked.
âSebastian! Unlock the door!â
Sebastian blinked, startled. âHuh? What?â
Hadleyâs voice sharpened. âUnlock the door! Now!â
âYes!â
âHadley?â Ericâs alarmed voice cut through the chaos as he grabbed her arm.
âWhatâs going on? Where are youââ
âLet go!â
There was no time to explain. With a forceful yank, she shook free of Ericâs grip, shoved the door open the moment the lock clicked, and bolted
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âHadley!â
Eric called after her, but she didnât stop. The moment he saw her take off, he didnât hesitateâhe shoved the car door open and chased after her.
What the hell was going on? Where was she going?
And thenâhe saw it.
Across the street, Denver stood by an open car door, his usual easygoing smile in place as he held the car door and waited for the woman beside him to get in. She hesitatedâhead lowered, a little shyâbut after a moment, she bent down and slid into the car.
Denver followed, shutting the door behind him before slipping into the driverâs seat. Thenâthe car pulled away.
âDenver! Hey!â
Hadleyâs breath hitched as she quickened her pace, her voice ringing across the street.
But he didnât hear her. The car passed through the intersection.
âDenver!â
Without thinking, Hadley stepped onto the road.
Honk! Honk!
A sharp blast of a car horn split the air. Hadleyâs body froze. Her breath caught in her throat. Too fast. Too close. Before she could react, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, yanking her backward. Her feet left the ground.
She barely had time to process what was happening before she crashed onto the sidewalkâhard. But⦠there was no pain because someone had shielded her.
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