Chapter 127 He’s Not The
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Linda didn’t react, keeping her expression composed, as if she had seen nothing unusual.
“I managed to get back earlier today,” she said smoothly. “How about a walk in the garden?”
Ernest met her gaze and gave a small nod.
Though he still relied on a wheelchair, his condition had improved enough that he could stand with assistance.
Taking a few steps was no longer an impossible task–and he welcomed the challenge.
“Let’s go.”
Without hesitation, Linda stepped behind him, pushing the wheelchair toward the garden.
Later, under the glow of the evening lights, Ernest practiced standing with his walker, his movements steady
but cautious.
Nearby, a servant approached Linda, keeping their voice low. “Miss Harris, the trash has been cleared.”
Linda barely shifted, her gaze still on Ernest as she responded, “Anything unusual?”
The servant hesitated for a fraction of a second before extending something toward her. “Please have a look at
this.”
Turning slightly, Linda reached out and accepted the object. A small, charred fragment–roughly the size of two
knuckles.
She studied it, her fingers brushing over the burned edges. Her brows furrowed.
The fragment in Linda’s hand was small, but telling. A charred corner of a photograph. Though most of it had been lost to the flames, a faint outline remained–what seemed to be a head. The hairstyle suggested it belonged to a girl.
So this was what Ernest was so desperate to destroy….
But why? And who was she?
She masked her thoughts with a calm nod. “That’s all for now. You may leave.”
“Yes, Miss Harris,” the servant responded before quietly stepping away.
Once alone, Linda carefully tucked the fragment away, her expression unreadable.
The date was set.
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This Friday. Eight o’clock.
A prime–time slot–proof of how much Blanche valued this performance. It wasn’t just another show; it was a
statement.
Hadley felt a rush of emotions–excitement, nerves, and the weight of expectation pressing down on her.
This was her first real stage performance. A defining moment. Failure wasn’t an option.
With tickets going on sale that night, Hadley forced herself to sleep early.
Blanche had already reassured her beforehand.
“Don’t stress over ticket sales,” she had said firmly. “Lightning Studio performances always sell out fast. Just focus on your dancing. If the premiere flops–that’s when we’ll have a problem.”
ticketing website, the numbers spoke
“Wow!”
is the big stage,” she thought. If she couldn’t make a name for herself here… then she would have no one to blame but herself.
snapping her
message from Denver.
The performance tickets are sold out!” A blushed, smiling emoji
chuckled softly, warmth blooming in her chest. So he was keeping track of this
“Thank you.”
be incredible. Break
other end, Denver set his phone down, a thoughtful
a group chat. His fingers hovered for a moment–then
performance. VIP box tickets. Who’s in?”
typed out the message, hit send, and leaned
course, he had already secured
performance? Not an option.
up any unsold tickets himself if demand had
had the money, and he was more
just how high the demand
a hawk. The moment the clock
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he had barely managed to snag a few VIP box seats. If he had hesitated even a second longer, he might not have gotten
pulling him
was the first to respond. “Hadley’s first
replied, “Yeah.
“I’m in, too.”
“Thanks, Marshall.”
me in. But what about Eric?
coffee in hand, his phone screen glowing. His lips curied into
typed out a reply to Barrie’s question. “Alright. Nothing
then! Appreciate it,
was locked in. Eric casually set his phone down, his expression as composed as ever- impossible to read.
him, Phillips hesitated for a beat before speaking. “Mr. Flynn… most of the employees I reached out to weren’t able to
one worried about ticket
had quietly arranged for Flynn Group employees
the time they
Eric didn’t seem the least bit disappointed. If
eyes.
knowing glance before speaking. “No problem. Tell them I appreciate the
small nod. “Understood,
leave, a thought
tickets… or was he just playing a different
Friday.
alive
into the refined crowd with his usual composed demeanor. Howeve efore heading to his seat, he made a quick detour to the restroom.
back, he stopped short. Ahead, standing in the corridor leading from backstage to the main hall, was Denver–holding
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Denver.
“Denver!”
in her
“Hey, Hadley!”
at Denver’s lips as he lifted the bouquet slightly.
let out a small laugh, shaking
I’m a little nervous right now. You’re just in time to
straightened, concern flickering in
You’re going to
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