Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now

Chapter 122:

“Give this a try—it’s really sweet.”

Nyla sampled it, and her face lit up. “Indeed, it’s as sweet as you, Hadley!”

Eric, stepping away as the door clicked shut, mulled over Hadley’s actions. Was she crafting a plot to wrest back some control?

However, she had indeed repeatedly assured Nyla of her disinterest in him.

Her assertions appeared sincere. Could she really mean it?

A few days later, it was nearing midnight when Hadley exited Galant. The sequence of the dance-off competition was left to chance, causing some to perform early and others much later. This night wasn’t the latest she had been held up; there had been sessions that extended until one or two in the morning.

Hadley made her way to the bus stop, hoping to catch the last one home.

But as she waited, no buses appeared. It seemed she was too late. Unfazed, Hadley noticed this part of town had many rental bikes available.

She headed towards the nearest intersection, finding all the bikes stationed across the street.

Waiting for the green light, she noticed someone familiar at the same light. It was Eric, returning from a social function and heading back to Silver Villas.

Eric had indulged in a bit of alcohol; though not enough to be drunk, the lack of dinner made his stomach uneasy. He reclined in his seat.

Trying to take a rest. “Huh?”

Out of the blue, Sebastian gestured towards the window. “Mr. Flynn, isn’t that Hadley over there?”

What?

Prompted by Sebastian’s remark, Eric’s eyes snapped open, and sure enough, it was Hadley. He turned to Sebastian, impressed. “Your eyesight is truly remarkable, Sebastian. You always manage to find her in a crowd.”

Sebastian let out a light laugh.

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“Maybe it’s because she’s so distinctive? She always catches my eye first in any crowd. And look, she’s by herself tonight. What do you think she’s doing out so late?”

“You think I have answers to that question?” Eric quirked an eyebrow.noveldrama

As the pedestrian light flicked to green, Hadley darted across the street, pulled out her phone, scanned the QR code on a nearby bike, and started pedaling away with purpose.

Sebastian, ever curious, asked loudly, “What could she possibly be doing out so late?”

Remembering past interactions, Sebastian held back from suggesting they offer Hadley a ride.

Merely seconds later, Eric commanded, “Sebastian, follow her.”

Startled, Sebastian blinked but quickly complied. “Understood.”

He pressed on the gas and maintained a discreet distance behind Hadley.

“Mr. Flynn, should we escort her home?”

“There’s no need for that,” Eric replied, dismissing the idea with a wave of his hand. “Keep the pace slow. Just make sure we don’t lose sight of her.”

“Huh?” Sebastian was puzzled but didn’t press further. “Alright, understood.”

Being an expert driver himself, Sebastian found tailing someone relatively straightforward.

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