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    “A!”

    Hadley pulled free from Eric’s hold and darted to A’s side, concern etched across her face.

    “Hadley…” Eric stood there, his arms now empty, surveying the disarray before him. With a sigh, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

    He had hoped to avoid escting things with the youngdy, but her relentless antics left him no choice.

    “A!” Hadley knelt beside her, gently steadying her friend.

    A winced, sucking in a breath, but managed a weak smile. “It’s nothing, just a clumsy fall.”

    “Come on. Let’s get you up. Can you stand?” Hadley asked, her voice soft but insistent.

    “I think so,” A replied, nodding.

    Hadley carefully helped her to her feet, scanning her for injuries. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

    “No,” A said, assessing herself with a shake of her head. “Just sore from the fall.”

    “Just sore?” Hadley’s eyes narrowed as she spotted a scrape on A’s forearm, the skin raw and faintly bloody. “You’re bleeding.”

    “It’s just a scrape,” A said with a dismissive chuckle. “Really, it’s no big deal.”

    “What is it to you?” the youngdy scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. “So eager to y the hero—why didn’t you just break your neck in the fall?”

    Hadley’s head whipped up, her re piercing the youngdy. How could she spew such venom? It was said that fans often reflected their idols, and Linda’s devotees seemed to share her spiteful streak.

    Footsteps approached—bodyguards from the Scott family arriving.

    “Mr. Scott,” one of them said, awaiting orders.

    Eric pointed at the youngdy, his tone clipped. “Get her out of here.”

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    “Yes, sir!”

    The guards moved swiftly, seizing the youngdy’s arms.

    “What are you doing?” the youngdy shrieked, panic shing in her eyes as she gaped at Eric.

    “This is the Scott family property? What gives you the right to throw me out?”

    Eric didn’t spare her a nce, his patience long gone. “She is causing a scene. Take her away,” he said, waving a hand.

    “Understood, Mr. Scott!”

    The bodyguards hauled the youngdy away, her protests muffled as they faded into the distance.

    “Let go of me!”

    With her gone, a fragile calm settled over the air.

    Hadley turned her attention back to A, gently lifting her injured arm. “You need to put some ointment on this.”

    “It’s fine, honestly,” A insisted, brushing it off. “Just a minor scrape.”

    “Miss Pearson!” a voice called out, breaking the moment.

    Themotion had finally drawn the crew’s attention.

    “What is going on here?”

    The crew member approached, his eyes flicking from Hadley to Eric, a mix of surprise and deference in his expression. “Mr. Scott,” he said, offering a subtle bow.

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