Chapter 260

Chapter 260:

Seeing Hadley’s dismay, Linda chuckled lightly.

She said, “Honestly, I wasn’t planning on telling you, but watching you scramble aimlessly, fighting so fiercely… I just couldn’t hold back.”

She then fetched a pair of sunglasses from her purse and slipped them on.

As the elevator doors opened, Linda exited first.

Left alone, Hadley remained motionless, her face ashen.

What was the point of this interview now? It seemed utterly pointless since she wouldn’t get the job anyway.

Rage and frustration surged within her, compelling her to confront Eric directly.

As she exited the building, Hadley dialed his number.

The phone just kept ringing—no answer.

It wasn’t that Eric was deliberately avoiding her; he was simply tied up.

With a frustrated sigh, Hadley put her phone away.

He expected her to be available later tonight?

If that was his game, she would play along. Tonight would be the night.

At six o’clock, Eric’s call finally came through.

“Hello.”

“I’m on my way up,” Eric said curtly. “Get ready, and we’ll set off.”

Hadley let out a quiet scoff. “Fine.”

Upon arriving at her apartment, Eric found the door unlocked. He nudged it open without effort. “You should lock your door. It’s not safe.”

He stopped mid-sentence as he caught sight of Hadley, rigid and cold on the sofa, her gaze fixed on him.

He hesitated for a moment, but then approached slowly. “What’s going on?” He sat down opposite her. “Bad day? You seem upset.”

Narrowing her eyes, Hadley had had enough of his act. Her anger was mounting, and she struggled to keep it under control. She inhaled deeply, striving to keep her tone steady. “Eric, please, just let me go.”

Eric’s eyebrow arched, intrigued by her plea. “What do you mean?”

Hadley’s hands were clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her skin. “You were behind this,” she managed to say. “You were the one who told all the dance venues in Srixby not to hire me, weren’t you?”

Eric’s expression darkened. “How did you find out? Who told you?”

Hadley exhaled sharply. Did it really matter?

“It’s not important who told me, Eric.” She dismissed the how of her discovery. The real issue was his interference in her career. “I need to work. I need this job and I need to be left alone. Please, just stop meddling.”

“Your job?” Eric looked puzzled, almost offended. “You refer to those gigs as your job? Hadley, you’re ruining your career—and yourself—dancing in those clubs!”

“I’d rather take that risk!” Hadley countered, her voice trembling with fury.

Tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

Did he think she was ignorant? She was painfully aware that places like Galant weren’t exactly noble—if anything, they were notorious—but circumstances had forced her hand.

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