Chapter 263

Chapter 263:

“Ms. Nicolson.” Eric advanced, offering a polite nod. “Hope we haven’t kept you waiting?”

Blanche checked her watch. They had arrived five minutes ahead of schedule. Punctuality mattered greatly to her.

Despite the meeting being arranged by a close friend and involving someone as influential as Eric, Blanche maintained her standards against tardiness.

“Please, Mr. Flynn, take a seat.” She motioned toward the couch across from her.

“Thank you, Ms. Nicolson,” Eric responded.

However, he remained standing, gesturing for Hadley to approach.

“Hadley, come introduce yourself.”

“Sure.”

Nervously pressing her lips together, Hadley stepped forward and paused before Blanche.

“Hello, Ms. Nicolson. I’m Hadley.”

At that moment, Blanche finally raised her eyes, giving Hadley a thorough, scrutinizing look from head to toe.

Hadley stood there, maintaining her composure.

A slight smile touched Blanche’s lips, and her gaze remained intently fixed on Hadley’s face.

“Do you have makeup on?”

“Yes,” Hadley replied with a nod. She had been job hunting earlier, which explained the makeup.

“Go wash it off,” Blanche instructed, pointing to the restroom nearby. “You’ll find makeup remover there. I want your face completely clean.”

“Okay.”

Meanwhile, Eric settled on the sofa, keeping his distance from the conversation. After all, dance was not his area of expertise.

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Shortly after, Hadley returned, her skin clean and slightly damp.

“I’ve removed everything, Ms. Nicolson,” Hadley said.

“Come here,” Blanche said gently, beckoning her closer. “Sit with me.” She tapped the couch beside her as an invitation.

Obediently, Hadley moved forward and seated herself as instructed.

Blanche then raised her hand, asking, “May I touch your face?”

“Absolutely,” Hadley replied instantly.

“Excellent.”

With a delicate touch, Blanche examined Hadley’s features meticulously, her fingers tracing the contours of her face. This was more than just a casual touch.

From his spot, Eric looked on, puzzled.

What was happening? Why was Blanche examining her face so closely? This no longer seemed like an interview, and honestly, Eric had never been this up close and personal with Hadley’s face himself. After a moment, Blanche withdrew her hand, a content smile appearing on her face.

“Very good. No plastic surgery.”

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