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    Elissa steadied herself and shed a grin. “I’m alright!”


    But just as she spoke, a loud crash echoed, followed by a scream of agony from Linda.


    Hadley and Elissa nced toward the sound—Linda was sprawled on the ground, a heavy metaldder trapping her leg beneath it. Cold sweat broke out on their foreheads as they exchanged a look of rm.


    What should they do?


    Linda’s injuries appeared severe.


    “Hadley…” Elissa’s voice shook. She had pushed Linda—maybe not intentionally, but it still happened. “We need to lift thisdder off her, now!”


    “Right!”


    Rushing to Linda’s side, Hadley and Elissa worked together to remove thedder. Despite her animosity toward Linda, Hadley knew they couldn’t just leave her in pain.


    Thedder was heavy and unwieldy, challenging their strength. As they struggled, Linda’s cries grew louder. Her leg was severely injured, bloodied, and she seemed to be on the verge of losing consciousness from the intensity of the pain.


    “It’s not moving…” Sweat poured down Hadley’s forehead as she called out desperately, “We need more hands here!”


    At her shout, several people hurried over to assist. With theirbined effort, they finally managed to free Linda from under thedder.


    In that moment, Hadley turned to Elissa. “Run, now!”


    Elissa, confused and hesitant, paused before realizing what Hadley meant.


    She shook her head vigorously. “I can’t leave… It was my push.”


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    “Go!” Hadley insisted, her expression tense. “I’ll take care of this.”


    Hadley knew that if it weren’t for her, Elissa wouldn’t be caught in this mess. She couldn’t stand by and let her friend take the fall—this wasn’t who she was.


    “No, I’m staying!” Elissa stood her ground, adamant. She couldn’t abandon Hadley, especially with Linda severely hurt. She had to face the consequences too.


    Meanwhile, Linda’s assistant helped her onto a stretcher and then pointed usingly at Hadley and Elissa. “Stop them!” she shouted. “They can’t leave!”


    Eric was finishing a meeting when Phillips approached him, his expression concerned. “Mr. Flynn, your phone has been buzzing…”


    Incessantly, it seemed urgent—an unrelenting buzz. “It’s from Miss Harris’ assistant,” Phillips said, looking at Eric with concern.


    “Something must be wrong,” Eric thought, his brow furrowing. He had been actively involved with Linda’s affairs since Ernest was still recovering and couldn’t handle the stress.


    Taking his phone, Eric quickly dialed back.


    “Mr. Flynn!” The assistant’s voice was frantic. “Linda has been injured on set. Something heavy fell and pinned her leg!”


    What? Eric’s expression darkened instantly. “What happened? Aren’t you supposed to prevent these things? If you can’t manage that, I might as well find someone who can!”


    “Mr. Flynn, please,” the assistant replied, trying to remain calm despite the scolding. “It wasn’t an ident. Someone did this on purpose.”


    On purpose?


    Eric’s expression hardened, his eyes narrowing into slits. “Who was responsible for this?” The sharp tone of his voice conveyed the gravity of his concern. Who would daremit such an act?


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