Chapter 92

Chapter 92:

Now what? If Eric encountered Hadley now, it could disrupt all of Lennon’s carefully laid plans.

“Mr. Flynn!” Lennon’s anxiety was evident.

“The dressing rooms are occupied by many young women. It would be inappropriate for you to enter.”

Eric immediately stopped at these words.

Indeed, entering abruptly could lead to unintended sightings. He turned around and shot Lennon a frosty glare.

“You don’t intend to bring her out, then?”

Lennon forced a nervous smile.

“We’re simply performing our duties here. If you could kindly support her, we’ll always reserve the best seat for you. She would appreciate it deeply.”

Eric scoffed coldly.

Lennon was proving to be a slick and crafty businessman. Eric wasn’t about to cause a commotion over a mere dancer.

“Do you expect me to support her?” Eric’s eyes, cold and dark, briefly flashed with an icy smile. “Let’s see if she has what it takes to impress.”

With those words, he walked away.

That woman was merely a dancer. Did she really think she could affect him?

“Take care, Mr. Flynn! Hope to see you again!”

As Eric walked away, Lennon bowed and ushered him toward the exit.

After leaving Galant, Eric didn’t return to Silver Villas. Instead, he went straight to the sanatorium to be with his grandmother after her surgery. He planned to stay overnight to monitor her condition.

Nyla was out of immediate danger but remained frail. She spent most of her time asleep, barely conscious.

During the night, she was under constant care from nurses and caregivers.

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Eric’s primary concern was ensuring that all was well. The night passed without any problems.

At dawn, Eric was awakened by his alarm for an urgent morning meeting that required preparation. He collected the clothes Phillips had prepared for him and proceeded to shower.

Meanwhile, Hadley reached the door of Nyla’s room and was about to enter when someone tapped her on the shoulder from behind. Turning around, Hadley saw Marshall Myers and greeted him with a smile.

Marshall looked surprised. “Are we acquainted?”

Realizing Marshall didn’t recognize her, given how much she had changed over the years, Hadley was about to introduce herself.

“I’m—”

“Wait, are you Hadley?”

Marshall unexpectedly said her name.

“Yes,” Hadley responded with a smile and a nod. “Ah.”

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