“Thank you. I’m heading over right now.”

She quickly added, “Could you please take a photo of her for me?”

“Sure, no problem at all.”

After ending the call, Hadley slid into her car, set the navigation, and began her journey to White Lake Prison.

Just as her engine roared to life, Eric burst into the garage, catching sight of her car in the distance.

“Hadley!”

Despite his desperate shout, Hadley remained oblivious to his presence. He cursed himself for not having her phone number at a moment like this.

“Mr. Scott!” The driver pulled up beside him, and Eric jumped in without hesitation.

“Follow her car!”

“Yes, sir.”

As they pulled out of the garage, Eric retrieved his phone to call Phillips. At that very moment, Phillips and the bodyguards were still stationed at the sanatorium’s entrance, waiting for him.

“Phillips, head to the company without me. I have something urgent to handle now. I’ll join you later.”

After ending the call, he leaned forward and instructed the driver, “Stay close.” Watching the car ahead accelerate dangerously, Eric’s brow furrowed.

“Why is she driving so recklessly? She has no regard for safety whatsoever.”

The thought troubled him—why would a young woman take such risks behind the wheel?

Hadley remained unaware of her pursuer. She pushed her car to its limits, racing toward White Lake Prison with unwavering determination.

The officer from her previous visit stood waiting at the entrance, his expression serious.

“Miss Pearson.”

“Officer!” Hadley rushed toward him, her voice urgent.

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“Where is she?”

“She’s already departed,” the officer said.

“Just like her previous visit, she came to deliver something to Chelsey but didn’t request a meeting. If you pursue her now, you might still catch up. I’ve already sent the photo to your phone.”

She already left? Hadley had driven as fast as she could, but the distance had been too great.

“Alright. Thank you so much.”

Without wasting another moment, Hadley expressed her gratitude and hurried back to her car.

The officer called out a helpful reminder.

“She didn’t arrive by car, and taxis are scarce in this area. Try checking the bus stops.”

“Understood. Thanks!” Hadley nodded and sped away.

Eric’s car rolled to a stop, his mind racing with questions about Hadley’s business at White Lake Prison. Then he saw her car emerging from the facility once more.

“Hadley!” Eric frantically waved to catch her attention.

“Eric?” This time, Hadley spotted him through her window. The sight of him here struck her as completely unexpected—what was he doing at this place?

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