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    He was well aware of why Eric was here. “So, she’s the one,” he thought smugly.


    But he yed it smooth. “Well, Mr. Flynn, we’ve got quite a few dazzlingdies here. Who exactly are you referring to?”


    Eric smirked. “You’re sharp, Lennon. Who else? I didn’t crash into the dressing room for just anybody.”


    Lennon chuckled, rubbing his hands together. “Right, right. She’s on after three more songs tonight.”


    Eric arched a brow. “No fixed schedule?”


    “It shifts based on a random draw among the dancers.”


    Random draw? That was new.


    Lennon, catching Eric’s interest,unched into a rundown of the Dance-Off Championship before shing another wide grin. “Mr. Flynn, why not join in on the excitement?”


    Joining in on the excitement?


    Eric lifted a brow. Lennon certainly had a way with words.


    “Alright.”


    He was here for S, and he wasn’t about to let anyone outbid him.


    “Here’s the deal. No matter who ces the highest bet, I’ll top it by half a million.”


    Lennon’s jaw nearly hit the floor.


    “Very well, Mr. Flynn!” he said, barely containing his excitement. “I’ll go ahead and thank you on her behalf.”


    Then, as if struck by another idea, Lennon added, “What’s your drink tonight? I’ll have it ready for you.”


    Eric shot him a sidelong nce. “Trying to squeeze more out of me, are you?” he thought.


    Still, he shrugged. “Let her decide. Whatever she chooses.”


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    “Perfect!”


    Lennon beamed and dashed off to find Hadley.


    “Hadley! Great news!”


    Hadley, still fixing her makeup, turned to him with a questioning look.


    “What’s got you so giddy?”


    “You’ve got a sponsor!”


    Lennon rubbed his hands together eagerly. “Someone just dered they’ll beat any bid by half a million, no matter what!”


    That was a staggering amount.


    The final bids weren’t even set yet, but that kind of money was jaw-dropping.


    It made sense why Lennon imed she didn’tprehend the world of the rich when she first voiced doubts about this dance-off event.


    The wealthy did toss cash around like confetti.


    “Get ready!” Lennon urged, noticing Hadley was still dabbing at her makeup with the precision of an artist adding the final stroke to a masterpiece. “I won’t hover; it’s not the moment to make an entrance just yet. But don’t worry, you’ll meet him after thepetition. And trust me, he’s not some old relic clinging to hisst strands of hair.”


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