Chapter 581

Chapter 581:

“Good morning, Miss Pearson,” one of the secretaries greeted cheerfully, gesturing gracefully toward the door. She paused respectfully, allowing Hadley to proceed unaccompanied.

“Thanks,” Hadley responded softly, offering an appreciative nod. “Of course.”

Stepping inside, Hadley was immediately struck by the unexpected calm.

Contrary to Phillips’ description of a CEO consumed by relentless activity, Eric appeared surprisingly at ease. And, to her growing intrigue, he wasn’t alone.

Eric was lounging comfortably in his leather chair, his eyes closed in quiet relaxation.

Behind him stood a young woman, her striking figure accentuated by a spaghetti strap gown that grazed her ankles. Her makeup was bold, amplifying her allure.

Neither seemed to notice Hadley’s quiet entry.

The woman lifted her graceful hands, gently working her fingers into Eric’s tense shoulders.

With a playful lilt, she asked, “Is this pressure comfortable, Mr. Flynn?”

“Mm-hmm,” Eric murmured lazily, a serene expression softening his features.

“That’s good, but you can go a bit firmer.”

“Huh?”

The woman’s eyes widened slightly in uncertainty.

Firmer pressure? Was he genuinely treating her like some sort of masseuse?

Hadley cleared her throat lightly. “Excuse me. Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Huh?”

The young woman glanced up sharply, her initial relief swiftly replaced by unease. Before her stood another woman whose beauty was effortless, unadorned yet strikingly superior to her own carefully crafted appearance.

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A pang of insecurity surged through her instantly.

“May I ask who you are?” the woman inquired cautiously, maintaining an overly sweet smile to mask her irritation. “Do you need something?”

Hadley didn’t acknowledge the woman’s question, focusing instead entirely on Eric.

“Phillips sent me. He mentioned you wanted to meet.”

Eric continued as if he hadn’t heard, seemingly absorbed in the massage.

Hadley’s brows knitted slightly as uncertainty crept in. Should she leave?

But remembering Elissa, she resisted the urge to walk away, choosing instead to remain firm.

After a lengthy pause, Eric finally opened his eyes, though he still didn’t acknowledge Hadley’s presence immediately.

Glancing briefly at his watch, he instructed calmly, “That’s enough.”

“Yes, Mr. Flynn,” the woman responded promptly, stepping back and assuming a poised stance.

Eric rose leisurely, adjusting his shirt. He then turned toward Hadley with feigned surprise, eyebrows raised in mock amusement. “Oh, you’re here? Why didn’t you speak up sooner?” Was he putting on a show?

Hadley forced herself to smile politely. “You seemed busy, Mr. Flynn.”

“I didn’t want to bother you…”

“Busy? Ah, yes.”

Eric suddenly grasped the woman’s arm, guiding her forward toward Hadley.

“What’s your impression of her?” he asked.

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