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

Chapter 658:

“Got it.”

“Wait!” She quickly changed her mind, gesturing at a different flavor. “Actually, let’s try this one.”

Yet, she kept glancing back at her first choice.

Her hesitation brought a smile to Eric’s face. “Don’t stress. Just pick whichever you like.”

Eric then instructed the vendor, “We’ll take one of each, please.”

“Sure thing!”

Just as Eric was about to pay, Hadley interjected, “Hey! That’s too much sugar for me!”

“Don’t worry about it.” Eric reassured her, completing the purchase.

He handed her the cotton candy.

“Here you go. If you don’t finish it, I’ll help you out,” he said, offering both sticks to her.

“Alright then,” Hadley replied, taking the cotton candy with a soft smile that slowly brightened her features.

Eric watched her, momentarily lost in thought. That smile of hers—he hadn’t seen it so freely before.

The movie started.

They found the film amusing; Hadley seemed quite taken with it, while Eric found his attention wandering back to her more often than the screen.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed.

Checking the caller ID, Eric hesitated but decided to ignore the call. After a moment, he sent a quick text, saying, “For any issues, please coordinate with Ernest directly.”

A response arrived with the swiftness of a summer breeze.

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“Mr. Flynn, we’ve been ringing your brother non-stop, but the line’s as dead as a doornail!”

How peculiar could that be?

Eric paused for a heartbeat, casting a fleeting glance at the woman beside him.

Inclining toward Hadley’s ear, he murmured softly, “Hadley, I need to slip out for a quick call.”

Hadley turned her gaze to him, her curiosity evident in the tilt of her head, though she refrained from prying. With a simple nod, she replied, “Go on, then.”

Eric rose from his seat, stepped into the cool evening air outside, and punched in a number on his phone. The line connected almost instantly.

It was Linda’s agent, her voice crackling with urgency. “Mr. Flynn.”

Eric cut straight to the chase, his tone clipped. “What has happened?”

The agent’s words tumbled out in a rush. “Linda collapsed on set just moments ago!”

“Pardon?” Eric’s face darkened like a storm cloud rolling in, his brows knitting together in concern. “Get an ambulance then! Why waste time ringing me? Do I strike you as a physician?”

“No need to fret, Mr. Flynn, we’re already in the ambulance,” the agent hastened to assure him, her voice trembling slightly. “But given the gravity of the situation, I thought it best to notify you—and your brother, of course.”

Eric massaged his temples, tamping down his rising irritation. “How is she holding up?”

“We’re not certain yet,” the agent admitted. “The doctor with us suspects it might be sheer exhaustion…”

Linda had been burning the candle at both ends, juggling wedding preparations with her relentless work schedule, pushing herself to the brink.

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