“Since you’re unfamiliar with him, it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to elaborate.”

When they arrived at the imposing main entrance, the guard came to a halt.

“This is where I’ll leave you. Have a pleasant evening.”

“Certainly, thank you for everything.” Hadley nodded gratefully before passing through the gate and making her way toward the parking area.

After taking several steps, she found herself unable to resist glancing back over her shoulder, her brow still furrowed with lingering confusion.

According to the guard’s explanation, her successful visit today was entirely due to the intervention of the mysterious man in the white shirt. But they were strangers to each other. So why had he chosen to help her? It seemed her luck today had been remarkably extraordinary.

Precisely at eight o’clock that evening, Eric arrived at the stately Flynn Mansion. Within the elegant Crimson House, Hadley descended the staircase.

“You’ve arrived.”

“Yes.” Eric nodded, apologizing.

“I apologize for my tardiness.”

The reality was that his schedule had been overwhelming, and he had carved out this time only through considerable effort.

“How is Joy doing?” Eric’s gaze drifted upward toward the second floor.

“Has she already gone to sleep?”

“Not quite yet.” Hadley shook her head gently.

“She’s currently having her bath and should be ready for bed shortly.”

“I see.” Eric’s face brightened as he summoned his courage.

“Then I’m not too late after all. Would it be possible for me to see her?”

“Let me go upstairs and ask her.”

“That would be perfect.”

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Hadley pivoted and began ascending the stairs.

“Wait a moment,” Eric called out to her retreating form, raising the elegant bag in his hand.

“Could you please give this to Joy for me?”

“What is this?”

Hadley had observed the package from the moment he had entered. Based on the distinctive packaging, it appeared to contain clothing, most likely intended for Joy.

“It’s a dress,” Eric explained, his expression revealing a blend of nervous anticipation and hopeful inquiry.

“Specifically, it’s an Elsa princess dress… I heard girls her age love that, and I’m hoping Joy will be delighted with it.”

Upon hearing this, Hadley’s eyes shifted to examine the bag more closely.

“It’s from the FOUR Hours boutique.”

“Exactly,” Eric confirmed with an earnest nod.

“I commissioned it last night with strict instructions that it be identical to the one from the movie. I ordered the complete ensemble, but given the time constraints, only this dress was completed today.”

Hadley’s face softened into a warm smile.

“Joy will adore it.”

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