Chapter 355

Chapter 355:

After letting Hadley go, Eric’s expression darkened as he signaled for Phillips.

“Mr. Flynn, what can I do for you?” Phillips asked, immediately noticing the storm brewing in Eric’s narrowed gaze. Eric’s tone was cold, clipped.

“Handle Wayne Walters.”

Phillips hesitated for a beat, his brow furrowing. Handle? “To what extent, sir?” he asked carefully.

He was well aware that East Entertainment Media had been pouring money into a new show where Wayne was the producer—an investment that wasn’t small.

“Shut down the new show?” Phillips added carefully.

A slow, razor-sharp smirk curved on Eric’s lips.

“Oh, Hadley!”

Elvin’s voice rang out, startling her. His tone was light, casual—almost too casual. He waved her over as if nothing had happened.

“Come on,” he said with a grin. “Mr. Faulkner is free now. He wants to see you.”

Hadley hesitated. “O-Okay.”

Still confused, she followed him, bracing herself for whatever was coming next.

“Hadley!”

When they entered the room, another surprise awaited her. Adonis greeted her with an unusual warmth, his expression free of any irritation or tension.

“You’re here. Sit down. Let’s talk.”

𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩸𝖼𝗈𝗺

Hadley blinked. Was she imagining things? Why was Adonis being so welcoming? She lifted a hand in polite refusal.

“I’m fine standing, Mr. Faulkner. Did you need something?”

Adonis studied her for a moment, then frowned slightly.

“You seem on edge. Is this about last night? I’m sorry I couldn’t do much to help…”

“No, that’s not it,” Hadley answered quickly, shaking her head. “I know you and Mr. Webster were in a difficult position.”

Adonis exhaled, relief flashing across his face.

“I’m glad you understand.”

His smile returned, though this time it carried a hint of expectation.

“Actually, I wanted to ask you for a favor. Could you please put in a good word for us with Mr. Flynn?”

What?

Her mind went blank.

“What are you talking about?” she asked, stunned.

Adonis looked even more surprised than she was. He gave a light chuckle, as though she were joking.

“Come on, Hadley. That’s not fair of you. Sure, Mr. Flynn is backing you now, but don’t forget—we were the ones who introduced you to this production.”

Hadley’s confusion deepened. Since when was Eric backing her? And why wasn’t she aware of this interesting fact?

“I’m sorry…” She let out a small, helpless laugh. “You’ve got it all wrong. Mr. Flynn and I aren’t… whatever it is you think.”

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