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    “Hadley, stop pretending I don’t exist or acting like I don’t matter. If you’re angry with me, that’s fine. I can take it. Just please don’t shut me out.”

    Hadley didn’t respond.

    She honestly didn’t know if he was serious or just losing his mind.

    When the meal came to an end, they headed back to the film set.

    As they arrived, Hadley gave him a quick wave of dismissal. “You don’t need to walk me the rest of the way. You’re busy too, so just head back.”

    “Hadley…”

    Eric watched her sprint away and slowly shook his head, a trace of helplessness in his expression.

    He didn’t leave the area right away. Instead, he booked a room at the same hotel where Hadley’s filming team was staying and spent the rest of the day catching up on his work.

    Outside the window, the sky gradually faded into evening.

    By the time he finished handling thest of his tasks and looked up, night had already fallen.

    “It’s gotten thiste already?” He let out a breath, gently rubbing at his temples, and then reached for his phone and made a call. “Hello, Mr. Faulkner. This is Eric.”

    “Mr. Scott, good evening.”

    “Would you happen to be freeter tonight? The thing is…”

    After hanging up, Eric smiled faintly, picked up his coat from the chair, and stepped out of the room.

    Not long after he left, two figures quietly approached the door he had just exited.

    One of them was that fan of Linda’s who had caused trouble before, and the other was A.

    A’s eyes followed Eric as he disappeared down the hallway. Once she was sure he was gone, she turned to the other girl and lowered her voice. “Go now, quickly. I’ll keep watch out here.”

    “Got it.”

    The woman gave a firm nod, then reached into her pocket and took out a keycard. It was for the very room Eric had been staying in. She slipped inside without hesitation.

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    A stood near the doorway, took a slow, quiet breath, and kept a lookout in the hallway.

    After a while, the woman came back out.

    “Did everything go as nned?” A asked in a hushed, urgent voice.

    “Rx,” the woman replied, giving a confident nod. “It was simple, and I made sure it’s all taken care of.”

    “Perfect.”

    A pulled an envelope from her coat and handed it over. “This is ten thousand. You can count it.”

    “Alright.” The woman epted it and flipped through the bills one by one, nodding once she was satisfied.

    “It’s all here.”

    She tucked the envelope into her bag and turned to leave.

    “Wait.”

    A stopped her, her voice low and firm. “What happens next, keep in mind that we don’t know each other personally and we’ve never spoken.”

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