Chapter 754

Chapter 754:

Eric glanced at the empty plate, chuckled, and stood. “Alright, I’ll be back.”

As soon as he walked away, Hadley’s smile faded.

Something wasn’t right. Eric’s casual comment kept replaying in her mind—was Denver really dating Astrid?

She wasn’t jealous. That wasn’t it at all. But if Denver was involved with Astrid… was he aware of what kind of person she was?

Setting aside her family’s influence, Astrid herself was dangerous. She had resorted to kidnapping and threats just to get what she wanted. What kind of person could pull something like that off?

Did Denver know? Or perhaps he was just being kept in the dark? Would it be right to intervene at this point?

Hadley sat there, torn—unsure of what to do.

At the break of dawn, Hadley arrived at the dance studio. She hadn’t even had a moment to change into her dancewear before being called to the director’s office.

“Hadley, Ms. Nicolson wants to see you in her office!”

“Understood. I’ll head there now.”

Blanche had been recuperating for weeks. The aftermath of the Blathe incident had left her with severe injuries, forcing her into an extended period of rest. Hadley knocked lightly on the office door before stepping inside, her posture poised and respectful.

“Ms. Nicolson,” she greeted. “You’re here today. How’s your recovery?”

Blanche gave a wry smile, gesturing to her injured leg. “It’s a slow process—one that can’t be rushed.”

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Hadley nodded, sensing this wasn’t just a casual meeting. Blanche had come for business.

“Take a seat,” Blanche said.

Hadley complied, anticipation tightening her chest. “Ms. Nicolson, is there something you need from me?”

Blanche didn’t waste time. “Hadley, I want you to join a television dance show as a mentor.”

The words caught Hadley off guard. She blinked, momentarily thrown. “But Ms. Nicolson, the troupe has been on hiatus for over a month. Shouldn’t we be preparing for a performance instead?”

Blanche exhaled, her tone laced with frustration. “That won’t be happening anytime soon. The troupe took a major hit—some of our dancers won’t be returning to the stage ever again.” Hadley had heard whispers of this.

For dancers, injuries were the ultimate nightmare. Ordinary people could recover and move on as long as their daily routines remained intact. But for a dancer, an injury could mean the end of everything—the stage, the applause, the dream.

This time, the loss was devastating. Two lead dancers would never perform again.

Blanche hadn’t wasted a moment. As soon as she received the news, she swiftly appointed replacements. But with so many fresh faces, the troupe’s star power had taken a hit. Their box-office appeal was waning, and the future felt uncertain.

She turned to Hadley, her gaze sharp with determination. “Hadley, I need you to make good use of this opportunity and bring recognition back to the troupe. Do you understand?”

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