Chapter 451

Chapter 451:

She stood up. “Mrs. Moran, I’m sincerely sorry… I should go now.”

She nodded slightly to Wilma, pushed back her chair, and left.

As Hadley walked away, Wilma’s eyes narrowed. She grabbed her phone and swiftly made a call. “Alright, you can go ahead.”

After receiving a reply, Wilma ended the call with a smug smile.

As she watched Hadley walk away, Wilma muttered under her breath, “This is on you. You ignored the warnings, so now you’ll deal with the consequences. Denver’s my son, and it’s my duty to protect his future!”

Leaving the café, Hadley sensed something was amiss. Her body felt unusually weak, as if drained of energy.

What was happening?

Could this be due to her rising too early and missing breakfast, causing low blood sugar?

Her thoughts were interrupted when she lost her balance and stumbled.

“Ah!”

Caught off guard, Hadley exclaimed in surprise.

“Watch out!”

In an instant, someone steadied her.

“Thank you,” Hadley said reflexively, looking up to find a stranger holding her. Yet, the deeper problem was that this man seemed to have malicious intentions.

“You look a bit frail. I can walk you to your room,” he said with an overly friendly smile.

𝖁𝖎𝖊𝖜 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊: ⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀․𝗰𝗼𝗺

Feeling the threat, Hadley recoiled. “Who are you, and what do you want from me?”

“Just calm down,” he replied with an unsettling calm. “Mrs. Moran sent me. You’ve left her no choice but to involve me since you refuse to stay away from her son.”

What did he mean?

It dawned on Hadley that her sudden weakness might be Wilma’s doing.

The latte.

A chill ran through her as she realized the lengths to which Wilma might go. “Relax,” the man said, holding her close, trying to reassure her. “You’re so beautiful. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

“Darling, you don’t get to choose!”

“Let her go!”

As the man tried to lift her, a tall figure stepped in, delivering a solid punch that sent him sprawling.

With a thud, the man fell to the floor.

“Hadley!” Eric dove to catch her, preventing her from collapsing as well.

“Who the fuck are you?” The man staggered to his feet, seething at Eric.

“Humph.” With a dismissive snort, Eric balanced Hadley with one arm and raised his phone with the other. “Everything’s been recorded and saved to the cloud. Now, why don’t you just scram? Or shall I involve the police?”

The threat drained the color from the man’s face. He gritted his teeth and spat out, “Fuck! I’m out of here!”

After the man stormed off, Eric looked down at Hadley, still in his arms, and scolded her, “You can’t even handle a simple relationship! Do you always have to get yourself into trouble?”

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