Chapter 755

Chapter 755:

Blanche wasn’t resistant to modern trends—she understood the power of media better than most. Publicity was a double-edged sword, but in the right hands, it could be wielded to their advantage.

“I trust you,” she continued, her voice steady. “Your passion for the stage is undeniable, and that’s exactly what we need. Do you understand?”

Hadley knew the stakes. The entertainment industry was a dazzling world, tempting and unforgiving. A show like this was more than just a platform—it was a gateway. Take one step too far, and it was easy to lose yourself.

Blanche needed someone dependable. Someone who wouldn’t be lured away from their true calling.

Hadley met her gaze and nodded. “Ms. Nicolson, I understand. I’ll do as you say.”

Blanche’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. “Good. I’ll send your details to the producer. Someone from their team will reach out soon.”

“Understood, Ms. Nicolson,” Hadley replied, her resolve firm.

That afternoon, Hadley received a call from the program’s production team. It was Friday, and after a brief discussion, they agreed to meet the following Monday to go over the details.

By late afternoon, around four or five o’clock, snowflakes began drifting down again, light and delicate against the gray sky.

A message from Eric popped up on her screen. “I’ll be at the studio in ten minutes.”

He had prior social commitments the next day and wouldn’t be able to accompany her, so he had deliberately wrapped up work early today.

𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺: gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩶𝓬𝗈𝗺

Hadley couldn’t help but feel secretly pleased. With Eric occupied, she would have time to spend with Joy—perfect timing. The little one had been growing fast, and most of her clothes were now too small. A shopping trip was long overdue.

After changing into her own clothes and packing her bag, Hadley clocked off and made her way out of the dance studio. Just as she reached the entrance, her phone rang.

Hadley glanced at her phone, expecting Eric’s name to flash across the screen. Instead, the caller ID showed an unknown number.

Who would be calling?

Curious, she answered, “Hello?” Silence.

What the hell?

Hadley’s grip on the phone tightened. “Can you hear me?” she asked, her voice firmer now. “May I ask who’s calling? Who is this?”

No response.

“Hello?”

Then—just as she was about to hang up—a cold shiver ran down her spine.

Hadley was so engrossed in the voice on the other end of the line that she miscalculated her step, and her right foot landed squarely in a puddle.

In the frosty winter air, an icy chill rushed into her foot. Glancing down, she saw her white sneaker utterly drenched. Panic surged as she lifted her foot, feeling the slosh of cold water inside. It was freezing!

Oh right, the call!

She hadn’t forgotten about it, but when she checked her phone, she realized the call had already dropped.

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