The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 412

As Adam looked up, he saw Hailey already making her way through the crowd, heading toward Declan.

Having always been pampered by the Alvarez family, Hailey had reached an age at which marriage discussions became increasingly unavoidable.

Adam's brow furrowed in frustration. "What is she doing with these unsavory people?"

Meanwhile, Celine observed Adam, impeccably dressed in a tailored black suit.

Amid the opulence, he exuded an air of sophistication, standing in stark contrast to Declan. He belonged to a world entirely separate from that of someone like him.

It was clear—Adam would never approve of Hailey being involved with someone like Declan.

"Mr. Alvarez, you're crossing a line. Hailey's choices have nothing to do with you," Celine said.

Adam met her gaze. "Have you had enough of this place? If you're finished, I'll take you home."

Without waiting for a response, Adam firmly took Celine's arm and led her away.

Behind them, Robin called out, "Celine! Mr. Alvarez!"

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Declan arrived backstage to change. Though he didn't visit the place often, he knew it was highly profitable.

He ripped off his torn white tank top and was about to pull on a black hoodie when the door suddenly swung open behind him. His sharp gaze immediately flicked toward it. "Who's there?"

It was Hailey, who had followed him in. To her surprise, she found herself staring directly at Declan's bare chest.

Her face flushed instantly, and she quickly shielded her face with both hands. "Ah!"

Without missing a beat, Declan threw on the hoodie, grabbed his bag, and started heading toward the door.

He had no intention of engaging with Hailey, treating her as though she were invisible.

But Hailey stepped directly into his path, blocking his way. "Declan, are you really going to pretend you don't know me?"

Declan halted. "Move."

Hailey refused to step aside.

The bodyguard smiled knowingly. "Ms. O'Brien mentioned that if you refuse, she'll contact your family. Finding them won't be a problem."

Declan's stride faltered for a brief moment.

The bodyguard locked eyes with him. "Getting the attention of Ms. O'Brien is a rare privilege. Serve her well, and you'll never have to worry about food or shelter again. You won't have to struggle like this anymore. Don't squander this opportunity."

With that, the bodyguard opened the car door. "Please, step inside."

Declan's gaze sharpened, but he stepped into the car without a word.

The sleek luxury car sped off into the night.

Noticing Declan getting in, Hailey quickly flagged down a taxi. "Follow that car, and make it quick."

Half an hour later, Declan was led into a lavish presidential suite at a six-star hotel. Waiting for him was a woman in her 40s, still radiating an aura of elegance and allure.

She was none other than Adeline O'Brien, a wealthy and influential woman.

Adeline studied Declan's strikingly handsome face, a satisfied smile curving on her lips. "When you wore that mask earlier, I couldn't get a good look at you. You have such an impressive physique—and your looks are even more striking than I thought."