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    Cozyroom was located on the 9th floor of Poseidon’s Realm, which meant a ride up in the elevator.


    “Hadley, quick! There’s an elevator over here!”


    “I’ming!”


    The two dashed over. “Hold the door!”


    As the elevator doors started to slide shut, an arm shot out, halting them. The doors glided open again.


    “Thank you!”


    “Thanks!” Brady said, stepping aside as Hadley followed, both nodding in appreciation. But then, the elevator fell silent.


    It was a tight space upied by just four people.


    Eric, Phillips, Brady, and Hadley.


    “It’s you!” Brady eximed, his eyes narrowing at Eric with barely veiled hostility.


    Eric raised an eyebrow, momentarily perplexed. Did he know this guy? Then his eyesnded on Hadley standing behind Brady, and understanding dawned.


    A cold sensation spread through his chest.


    Who was this pretty boy to Hadley?


    Ever since Brady had learned how Eric had treated Hadley in the past, he held nothing but animosity toward him.


    Now, facing Eric in person, the urge to throw a punch gnawed at his restraint. “Eric, you—”


    “Brady!” Hadley jumped in, sensing the shift in his posture. She quickly grabbed his arm, her voice low but firm, gently shaking her head. “Don’t make a scene. We’re here to eat.”


    Brady’s muscles tightened, but after a long pause, he reluctantly nodded. “Fine,” he muttered, still simmering.


    “Quit staring,” Hadley whispered, subtly turning him away to prevent further confrontation.


    To Eric, their bodynguage resembled that of a close couple.


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    Hadley had never acted that affectionately with him.


    Suddenly, a wave of jealousy crashed over Eric.


    The elevator dinged as it arrived on the 9th floor. The doors slid open, and Hadley quickly tugged Brady along. “Come on. Hurry up!” Eric and Phillips trailed a few paces behind.


    Eric watched Hadley hurry off, his hands shoved in his pockets, chin slightly raised. He stood still, unmoving, until his hidden fists clenched tight, the faint sound of his knuckles cracking barely audible.


    “Phillips,” he murmured.


    “Yes, Mr. Flynn.”


    “Find out everything about that guy.”


    “Right away, Mr. Flynn.”


    Eric and Phillips arrived five minutes ahead of schedule, only to find their counterpart had beaten them to it.


    The meeting was set in a private room, partially hidden behind a decorative screen at the entrance.


    As they stepped inside, a sharply dressed young man stood waiting, his tailored ck suit crisp and immacte.


    “Which of you is in charge? Only one person is needed inside.”


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