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    Phillips was taken aback. Weren’t they always on business trips? Hadn’t this been one? Eric had never shown an interest in leisure before.


    “Tomorrow, let’s catch a performance.”


    “A performance?” Phillips repeated, his confusion growing.


    “Okay,” he said, though he was clearly puzzled. “What are we seeing?”


    “A modern dance show.”


    Phillips stopped in his tracks. He should have guessed!


    The following evening, Eric dressed up and left the hotel with Phillips. They were headed to the theater owned by Red Choreography—the same troupe that had once targeted Hadley when she was with them.


    Now, Hadley had managed to reverse her fortunes.


    Their tickets were scanned, and they made their way into the hall.


    As the scheduled start of the performance neared, the audience quickly filled the seats.


    Then, a loud, abrupt noise echoed from backstage.


    “What was that?”


    The crowd immediately fell into a state of panic, uproar spreading throughout the theater.


    In the VIP section, Eric shot to his feet, having heard the disturbance.


    “Mr. Flynn…” Phillips looked concerned. “That sounded like a gunshot.”


    Indeed, it was.


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    A look of rm crossed Eric’s face. The noise hade from backstage, exactly where Hadley should be. Without hesitation, he dashed forward.


    “Mr. Flynn!”


    Phillips was right behind him.


    Within moments, the theater was thrown into chaos, with terrified patrons scrambling for the exits.


    “Stay calm, everyone, please stay calm!”


    Security guards struggled to maintain order as pandemonium consumed the theater.


    A stampede of people was underway, the panic quickly escting.


    Despite the rush of fleeing bodies, Eric fought his way against the tide.


    “Mr. Flynn!” Phillips caught his arm. “What are you doing?”


    “Isn’t it obvious?” Eric responded tersely, his eyes set with determination. “Hadley’s still inside!”


    He attempted to move forward.


    “Mr. Flynn!” Phillips urgently held him back. “It’s too dangerous! You can’t just charge in there without knowing what’s going on backstage!” Chaos like this wasn’tmon, but it wasn’t unheard of in the.


    “And?” Eric arched an eyebrow, his resolve unshaken.


    He shrugged off Phillips’s grip. “That’s exactly why I must go!”


    “Mr. Flynn…”


    “Listen carefully!” Eric interrupted sharply,ying down his n. “Stay outside and be ready to help! I’ll get Hadley out myself!”


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