Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can't afford me now - Chapter 1274

Chapter 1274:

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“You shameless woman!” she spat, pointing at Hadley. “It’s you! You’ve used your wiles to snatch Linda’s man right from under her nose!”

Hadley’s gaze shifted back to the young lady, her curiosity piqued. “You’re… a friend of Linda’s?”

“I’m her fan!” the young lady declared proudly, chest puffed out. “A devoted admirer for years!”

A fan? Hadley blinked, struggling to wrap her mind around the fervor of modern fandom. Were fans always this… zealous?

The young lady’s indignation surged, her words tumbling out like a runaway train.

“You’ve stolen her man and her endorsement! I’ve never met a woman as brazen as you! Can’t you make it on your own without stealing what belongs to others?”

“What?” Hadley could only shake her head, a bemused chuckle escaping her. “I think you’ve got the wrong end of the stick. The endorsement was the brand’s call, not mine…”

The young lady spat, her contempt palpable. “You do the deed and then play innocent? Some no-name opportunist! Back when Linda was the toast of the town, who knows which rich man’s pocket you were cozying up to!”

“Enough!” Eric’s voice thundered, cutting through the venom.

His patience had snapped, and he fixed the young lady with a steely glare. “Who let an insolent troublemaker like yourself in here?” His commanding presence made the young lady shrink back, her bravado faltering. Yet, unwilling to concede defeat, she shot Eric a withering look.

“And you’re no saint either! Weren’t you devoted to Linda for over a decade? But the moment a prettier face comes along, you’re smitten! Just another faithless cad!”

Eric stood there, caught between amusement and exasperation.

Was this girl unhinged?

Had Linda’s fans lost all grip on reason?

Arguing with her was like wrestling with a whirlwind—pointless and exhausting.

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“Hadley,” Eric said, softening his tone. “Let’s not waste our breath on her. She is not thinking clearly. Come on. Let’s go.” But Hadley didn’t budge, her focus elsewhere.

“I’m not done with work yet,” she replied coolly, turning toward the dressing room. After the chaos she had endured, she needed a moment to pull herself together.

“Mr. Scott…” Ayla, sensing the tension, offered Eric an awkward smile.

“I’ll go with her.”

She hurried after Hadley, eager to escape the brewing storm.

But the young lady wasn’t ready to let it go.

With a huff, she grabbed a water bottle and flung it toward Hadley’s feet, her voice ringing with defiance. “Hadley! This isn’t over! Today, I’m standing up for Linda!”

Hadley was caught off guard, unable to react in the fleeting moment.

“Hadley, watch out!” Ayla’s voice rang out as she shoved Hadley back—straight into Eric’s waiting arms.

“Mr. Scott!”

Eric caught Hadley with ease, his grip steady and sure, anchoring her amidst the chaos.

“Oh!”

Ayla, caught in the whirlwind, lost her footing and tumbled to the floor with a sharp cry.

“Ouch!”

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