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    Eric’s frown deepened as his annoyance grew. Even with Duran out of the picture, Hadley might still be misled. And now, it seemed, it was his burden to handle.


    Dealing with his ex-wife was proving to be an increasingly demanding task.


    Two dayster, Hadley was feeling much better. Although her voice remained slightly hoarse, the pain had eased considerably. After a conversation with Lennon, she decided it was time to return to performing.


    That night, as Hadley was applying her makeup in the dressing room, Lennon appeared at the door.


    “Hadley!” His face was alight with excitement, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. “You won’t believe it!”


    Hadley looked up, her expression curious. “What is it?” Her voice was still faint, hardly more than a whisper.


    Unable to hold back his joy, Lennon burst outughing. “Mr. Flynn… he’s back! It’s unfortunate about Duran, but can you believe it—Mr. Flynn has returned! Seems like fate is on your side, Hadley!” Hisughter filled the room.


    Indeed, Duran might have been a fine option. However, Eric Flynn was in a league of his own.


    Yet, a smile failed to form on Hadley’s lips. She understood the truth—Eric wasn’t here to support her. He was merely keeping tabs on her.


    As he had bluntly put it, he viewed her dancing in a nightclub as a stain on the Flynn family’s reputation.


    “Hadley,” Lennon’s voice grew more earnest. He remembered well the recent strains between her and Eric. With a soothing, convincing tone, he said, “Try to rx a bit. No matter what, just y along with him, okay? Men—particrly those sessful ones like him—value their pride. Just tter him a bit, keep him content, and believe me, it’ll work wonders for you.”


    He winked, then whispered confidentially, “Believe me, aligning with Eric will benefit you far more than Duran ever could.”


    Hadley managed a dryugh and nodded in agreement. “Understood.”


    “That’s the attitude.”


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    With a supportive pat on her shoulder, Lennon said, “Now, go on—Mr. Flynn is eager to watch you perform.”


    After the performance, Hadley removed her makeup and changed before stepping out through the backstage door. She found Eric waiting there, casually leaning against the wall.


    Unsure how long he had been there, she noticed him turn toward her as soon as he heard her approach. He didn’t waste time with pleasantries, simply saying, “Let’s go.” Without a word, Hadley followed him.


    Eric led her to his car and opened the passenger door. “Hop in.”


    Taking a deep breath, Hadley slid into the vehicle.


    As they drove off, she stole a nce at him and said, “Can you… maybe stop visiting Gnt?”


    “Sure,” Eric replied smoothly. “If I’m tied up, even if you ask, I won’t make it.”


    However, he then shed her a sly smile. “But just so you know… I’ve made my stance very clear—no one in Srixby who respects the name Eric Flynn will entertain any ideas about you.”


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