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    “Your name is Hadley?”


    Lennon gave Hadley a gentle nudge.


    She caught the cue, stepping forward with practiced poise.


    “Yes, Mr. Murray. I’m Hadley Pearson,” she said, her voice steady and sure.


    “Hadley…”


    He grinned, turning the name over like a coin between his fingers.


    “That’s a lovely name.”


    But it wasn’t just the name—she was even more striking in person. On stage, the mask had concealed her face, but her eyes hinted at something captivating.


    Still, he’d underestimated just how mesmerizing she was.


    He hadn’t expected her to be this stunning.


    “You’re too kind.”


    Hadley smiled, her clear eyes catching the light like stars in a quiet sky.


    “I’m really just here to thank you—for everything. Your support these past few days, the flowers… I loved them.”


    “Is that so?” Duran lifted an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his gaze. His satisfaction was unmistakable. “I’m d you did.”


    “Mr. Murray…”


    As Hadley spoke, Lennon signaled the waiter with a flick of his hand. A tray arrived smoothly. She reached for a pre-poured ss of wine and held it out to Duran.


    “This one’s on me,” Hadley said.


    “Of course.” Duran epted the ss with a nod.


    She grabbed another from the tray. “I’ll go first—as a sign of respect.”


    Tilting her head back, she downed it in one go.


    A sharp cough escaped her as the burn hit. She had swallowed too fast.


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    “Sorry,” she admitted with a sheepish smile. “I’m not much of a drinker. Hope you don’t mind.”


    “No problem.” Duran chuckled, though a faint crease soon formed between his brows. “If alcohol isn’t your thing, don’t force it. You don’t have to be so formal with me, alright?”


    “Alright.” Hadley nodded, her smile easing. “Thanks for understanding, Mr. Murray.”


    Duran lifted his ss and emptied it in one smooth motion. “See? I’m with you. From now on, let’s keep things casual.”


    “Alright.”


    Hadley smiled and nodded, knowing when to stop. “Mr. Murray, you must be busy, so I’ll head out now.”


    “Alright.”


    She turned to leave but hesitated, ncing back. “Will you be here tomorrow?”


    “What?” Duran blinked, caught off guard. His gaze searched hers. “Do you want me to be?”


    “Of course.”


    Hadley nodded, her smile warm. Before he could respond, she said, “I’ll be waiting for you tomorrow.” With that, she turned and left.


    Duran sat there, momentarily stunned. Then, a quietugh escaped him—surprised, amused. “Interesting… Very interesting.”


    Outside the private room, Lennon shot Hadley a look that was hard to read.


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