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    Melba smirked, barely holding back a chuckle. “We had an interesting encounter while you were gone,” she said, tilting her head toward Joy. “Mr. Flynn stopped by.”


    Melba continued, her tone teasing, “And guess what? Our little Joy decided to y matchmaker—she wanted to introduce you to him. But he already has a girlfriend, so…”


    Something in Hadley’s chest tightened. Eric was here?


    She nced at Joy, whose little lips were pursed in a deep pout, her disappointment written all over her face.


    She knelt beside Joy’s chair and gently brushed back a stray curl. “Sweetheart, do you even know what matchmaking means?”


    Joy turned her big, earnest eyes toward her. “Of course! I want him to be my dad!”


    Hadley froze. She had no idea Joy liked Eric that much.


    Joy’s tiny shoulders slumped. “But since he has a girlfriend… that means he can’t be my dad.”


    The moment hung heavy until the tter of tes snapped them out of it. The waiter ced their meals on the table, and Melba, sensing the shift in mood, quickly changed the topic. “Alright, enough matchmaking for today—time to eat!”


    Hadley forced a smile, pulling out a bib and securing it around Joy’s neck. As she looked at her daughter’s delicate little face, something stirred deep inside her. Perhaps, she was already expecting her second child with Eric…


    On Monday, Hadley arrived at the TV station for her meeting with the production team.


    Seated in a sleek conference room, they went over the show’s format, her role as a mentor, and thepensation details. Everything was outlined with precision, leaving little room for ambiguity.


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    “Miss Pearson, you’ll be in charge of Group A. The roster is on thest page.”


    “Got it.”


    Hadley nodded and flipped to the final page.


    Her fingers froze as her gazended on the first name—Linda Harris.


    Hadley was taken aback, though not entirely surprised. Reality shows had be asmon as morning coffee. If a celebrity had yet to grace one, could they even im to be famous? This particr program revolved around dance, so Linda’s participation was a logical move.


    Hadley recalled that Linda had once trained in dance. However, she had startedte, missing the crucial years when the body is most pliable. Without the foundation built in childhood like most professional dancers, her flexibility never reached the necessary level. Eventually, Linda abandoned it.


    The production team nced at the list, making a point to emphasize, “Linda is from East Entertainment Media under the Flynn Group. She’s a rising star at the moment, so please give her some special attention, Miss Pearson.” Did this mean Linda was the golden child of this show?


    “Understood.” Hadley nodded, unbothered. She had one job—to instruct her group fairly and professionally. As for whatever backstage maneuvering was at y, it wasn’t her concern. Besides, she was a mere mentor in dance skills, not a decision-maker.


    “Miss Pearson, now that you’re here, your group isplete. How about a meeting this afternoon?”


    “Sounds good.” It was a workday, after all—no reason to dy.


    The crew swiftly contacted the artists, scheduling a gathering at the TV station that afternoon to discuss their debut performance. Hadley stayed for lunch, sharing a simple meal with the production team.


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