Chapter 152 How

Shameless Can You Be

Hadley made her way back to her room.

Located two floors beneath Denver’s, her journey required an elevator ride.

As she stepped out of the elevator, her phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number, and it was a domestic call.

With a brief pause, Hadley connected the call. “Hello?”

The voice on the other end sounded vaguely familiar. “Hadley, it’s Wilma Moran.”

Instantly, Hadley tensed up; it was Denver’s mother!

Dread began to seep into her as she realized Denver had just checked in and now his mother was on the line.

“Mrs. Moran.” Hadley inhaled sharply. “What can I do for you?”

“This isn’t something I can explain over the phone. We need to meet in person.”

Hadley felt a wave of unease again. “Mrs. Moran, are you…?”

“Yes,” Wilma answered bluntly.

“I’m at your hotel. Meet me at the lounge cafe. I’ll be there.”

With a click, the call ended.

Staring at her phone, Hadley knew avoidance wasn’t an option. She made up her mind to face whatever came

her way.

The cafe was relatively empty at this time.

As Hadley stepped inside, she immediately spotted Wilma at a window table, her face partially hidden behind sunglasses as she sipped her coffee.

She quickened her steps and approached her. “Mrs. Moran.”

Noticing her arrival, Wilma removed her sunglasses and gestured to the chair across from her. “Please, have a

seat.”

Thank you,” Hadley responded, settling into the chair as suggested.

“Would you care for a drink?” Wilma offered, maintaining a courteous demeanor.

“No, thanks,” Hadley replied, declining with a shake of her head.

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Chapter 152 How Shameless Can You Be

Located two floors beneath Denver’s, her journey required an elevator ride.

As she stepped out of the elevator, her phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number, and it was a domestic call. With a brief pause, Hadley connected the call. “Hello?”

The voice on the other end sounded vaguely familiar. “Hadley, it’s Wilma Moran.”

it

began to seep into her as she realized Denver had just checked in and now his mother was on the line.

inhaled sharply. “What can I do for

the phone. We need

felt a wave of unease again.

Wilma answered

at the lounge cafe.

a click, the call ended.

wasn’t an option. She made up

her way.

relatively empty at this

table, her face

and approached her. “Mrs. Moran.”

sunglasses and gestured to the chair across

seat.”

into the chair as suggested.

for a drink?” Wilma offered, maintaining a

replied, declining with a

smile. “I’m here to talk, not to argue. Relax a little–can I order

you

could answer, Wilma caught the attention

hot oat latte here for my

“Of course.”

Hadley felt compelled to express her gratitude. “Thank you,

a touch of regret. “The last time we met, I admit

Hadley dismissed the concern with a wave of

expression turned curious. “If you believe I was just being honest, does this

staying with Denver?”

the waiter delivered the oat latte and placed it

“Thanks.”

cup but hesitated

her hesitation, Wilma’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Take a sip, and let’s

Hadley sipped the

speech carefully on the way to the

be the ideal match for Denver

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you implying?”

Wilma’s smile faltered.

gently, Hadley said, “I suspect the real reason you’re here isn’t to talk to me, but

was a

Hadley continued, sensing she had struck a nerve. Denver remained firm in his decision, refusing to give in to his family’s

affection for her was deep and true.

being so bold, but if Denver is okay with it, I would very much like to stay by

“Enough!”

mid–sentence. Her glare was as sharp as

boring into Hadley.

“Humph!”

carrying a chilling

shameless can you be? What gives you

posture tensed, her hands sweating. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Moran,

really think you have the right

pressed

on her that it was time to leave.

“Mrs. Moran, I’m sincerely sorry…

nodded slightly to Wilma, pushed back her chair,

phone and swiftly made a call.

go ahead.”

the call with a smug

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