Chapter 127
With a flourish, Lennon gestured to the doors of the dressing room and called out to those at the entry, “Go ahead, bring everything inside.”
No sooner had he issued the invitation than a group of seven or eight individuals entered, each carrying an item.
With evident delight, Lennon instructed them, “Set everything down on the middle table.”
This large table, positioned at the center of the dressing room, served as a communal spot for meals, casual drinks, and occasionally to host Lennon’s talks.
The group, clad in delivery uniforms, was clearly there to drop off takeout.
“What is this about?”
Whispering to one another, Hadley’s colleagues clustered around her, curious about the unfolding scene.
Hadley shrugged and answered candidly, “I’m just as clueless.”
As they unpacked the takeout, the logo on the packaging caught their eye—it was from the Red Shell Bistro.
“Look, it’s desserts from the Red Shell Bistro!”
“Seriously? Mr. Lewis, this is quite the treat!”
After all the items were set on the table, the delivery crew departed.
Gathering everyone’s attention with a clap, Lennon announced, “Ladies, we’ve got desserts from the Red Shell Bistro here, plenty for all!”
“Wow!”
The room erupted in cheers.
“Thank you, Mr. Lewis!”
“Wow, Mr. Lewis, you’ve really outdone yourself.”
“Not at all.” With a dismissive wave and a knowing look toward Hadley, Lennon said, “Actually, I didn’t pay for it. Give your thanks to Hadley! This treat is courtesy of Mr. Flynn on her behalf!”
𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻: gⲁ𝗅ⲛ𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀․ⅽ𝗈𝗺
“Amazing, Hadley!”
“Truly, we’re fortunate to have you as a friend, Hadley.”
“Let’s dive in then!”
“Thanks for this, Hadley!”
Confronted with her colleagues’ playful remarks, Hadley managed a tight smile.
“Hadley.”
Approaching with a grin, Lennon said, “Though Mr. Flynn couldn’t be here tonight, his generous act speaks volumes. Remember that.”
Hadley compressed her lips, nodding. “Understood.”
Having other tasks to handle, Lennon didn’t stay. “Make sure you get some too. It was Mr. Flynn’s treat especially for you—don’t let them finish everything!”
“Got it.”
Once Lennon was gone, Hadley’s smile quickly faded.
What was Eric thinking? Was he genuinely taken with a dancer? And did Linda have any clue?