Chapter 360

Chapter 360:

“Which do you actually prefer, dancing or possibly pursuing a career in entertainment?”

“What?”

Hadley blinked, taken off guard by the unexpected question.

“Tell me.” Eric’s voice was firm, his gaze momentarily flicking toward the roadside where a silver-gray luxury car came to a halt, Denver preparing to step out.

Hadley hesitated, still reeling from the suddenness of his demand. After a beat, she quickly replied, “My passion’s always dancing.”

Eric nodded, his expression unreadable as he processed her answer. As Denver walked over, Eric started his car and drove off.

“Hadley.”

Instead of acknowledging Denver, Hadley stared at the back of Eric’s car, puzzled by his strange behavior.

Meanwhile, Phillips had made some headway in his investigation into Blanche.

“Mr. Flynn, it seems Blanche indeed has a weakness.”

Eric raised an eyebrow, interest flickering in his eyes. A faint, knowing smirk tugged at his lips, thoughts drifting to Hadley’s answer—dancing was always her passion.

“Go on.”

“Here’s the situation—”

Blanche and Barrie’s mother, Stella Hanson, had always been close friends, but unlike Stella’s, Blanche’s in-laws had fallen on hard times. While the Hanson family maintained their perch at the top of Srixby’s financial world, Blanche’s husband’s family had been struggling to stay afloat in recent years.

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Blanche’s own family had a respected academic background, but they were hardly in a position to offer much financial assistance.

For the past two years, her husband’s family had been desperately trying to keep their heads above water.

And it was precisely this vulnerability that Eric had noticed—and where he saw an opening.

When Blanche learned that her husband’s company crisis had been resolved, relief flooded her—but so did confusion.

Her husband had been fighting this battle for so long. How had the situation suddenly turned around?

“It was Mr. Flynn,” she was told when she voiced her doubts.

Her husband practically beamed with excitement. “The Flynn family — do you understand who they are? Even the smallest favor from them could turn everything around for us!”

The Flynn family? Could it be Eric?

Blanche’s mind began to churn, curiosity starting to edge in.

Why would Eric step in to help her husband out of nowhere?

A nagging thought lingered in the back of her mind—this wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

Sure enough, the next day, when Blanche arrived at the dance troupe, there he was—Eric, waiting for her by the entrance.

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