Chapter 89
Chapter 89:
“The jazz dancer who performs under a mask, the one from last time!”
Following her electrifying jazz performance, Hadley quickly rose to fame.
Under Lennon’s astute marketing stunts, she had become Galant’s star attraction.
Guests were willing to pay big money just to see her. But Lennon understood the power of rarity and refused every offer.
He kept even Hadley’s identity under wraps.
To the patrons, she was only known as Miss S, which only heightened the intrigue.
Tonight, the buzz was that Miss S would perform, drawing an unprecedented crowd to the nightclub. The evening’s takings were through the roof, multiple times higher than normal.
“There she goes, on stage!”
Everyone’s attention shifted to the stage.
Abruptly, darkness enveloped the stage.
The murmurs halted as anticipation built.
Then, a single spotlight illuminated, revealing Hadley in a flowing red outfit at center stage. As the music swelled, she moved gracefully, captivating everyone.
Hadley executed a graceful twirl and leapt up, casting a playful look at the audience.
Yet her identity remained concealed, her face obscured by a delicate veil, adding to her allure.
“Bravo!”
“Amazing!”
The crowd was initially taken aback by her dramatic entrance, but then burst into applause that swelled like an ocean wave.
Hadley’s performance continued seamlessly.
Her movements were fluid, as if she were a breeze weaving through trees, mesmerizing and effortless.
𝕆𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕥 ⳑ𝕒𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗲𝗅𝘀[ꞏ]𝚌𝗈𝗺
Wires attached to her allowed her to move in sync with the melody, captivating everyone present.
“She’s incredible!” Barrie exclaimed, visibly impressed.
“Absolutely,” Marshall agreed. “This new dancer at Galant really stands out from the rest.”
The performance itself was a feast for the eyes.
Eric watched, his expression a mix of admiration and slight unease, but he remained silent.
Denver couldn’t contain his enthusiasm. “She’s obviously skilled. A real professional, unlike those amateurs we often see here.”
“Is that so?” Marshall chuckled, glancing at his cousin. “Sounds like someone has a bit of a crush.”
Denver fumbled for words, his face turning red. “I just overheard some guests mentioning it. You all were too engrossed in your own conversations to notice.”
“Wow!”
The crowd suddenly erupted in cheers.