Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 291 The Photo

The doorman's claim was nothing but a bluff. The restaurant had no legitimate grounds to compel Raegan to do something or accuse her without solid proof.

The situation escalated into a confrontation involving the trio It was obvious that Raegan was outnumbered.

Nonetheless, Raegan's expression remained unchanged. She stood tall and eyed the three without blinking. "You have no right to inspect my phone." Raegan was not intimidated at all.

At this moment, Lauren noticed the difference in Raegan. Whether it was her composed demeanor or her unwavering tone, Raegan exuded a captivating aura.

The new Raegan bore the likeness of a pampered daughter from a wealthy family.

Five years had passed, and Raegan showed no signs of aging On the contrary, she appeared even more delicate and stunning than before!

Lauren, on the other hand, had changed a lot due to the abortion. Her figure changed, and her skin lost its suppleness. To maintain her current appearance, she had to resort to plastic surgery.

While she appeared well for her age, standing beside Raegan made Lauren feel her own aging more clearly. A surge of jealousy coursed through her.

Seeing that the doorman was trying to flatter her, Lauren asked with malice, "Is this lady a customer of this establishment?"

The doorman grasped Lauren's implication and responded, "I'm not sure. She says she's waiting for someone."

"Waiting for someone? Interesting! Is she really here to wait, or is she trying to hook up with someone?" Lauren scoffed.

The doorman discreetly glanced at Lauren and promptly said to Raegan coldly, "Miss, are you here for dinner? If not, please don't make things difficult for me. Hand over your phone and delete the photo, and I'll let you leave."

"Who told you I'm not here for dinner?" Raegan retorted. Seeing Raegan's confidence, the doorman briefly hesitated. As an employee of the restaurant, he was aware that its clientele consisted of the wealthy and influential.

I know which chamber you've reserved? Let me verify it in our reservation

I need to ask," Raegan

as Raegan was about to call Matteo, Lauren burst into laughter. "Are you gonna search any chambers in this restaurant

doorman that Raegan might not

called for security via his walkie-talkie. "I

the channel said. Meanwhile, Lauren shot a disdainful look at Raegan. "If you're sensible enough, hand over your phone right now. Otherwise, when the security

bring disgrace upon yourself," the doorman

doorman added, "It would be best for you to cooperate. Otherwise, I might consider posting a story online about you

could you do such a thing in a public place, young lady? Listen. It would be wise to surrender your phone and delete the

gaze toward Raegan. In his eyes, Raegan was more alluring than Lauren and exuded a natural, delicate, and youthful charm. He secretly planned to ask his assistant for Raegan's phone

three of them working as a team. They wanted her to hand

"Mrs. Potter, right? They're this deadly sure I

Mrs. Potter handle the situation on her terms. If Mrs. Potter chose to give Vicente the benefit

On the contrary, she found Raegan attractive and elegantly dressed, while Lauren, the director of

me. I'll take a look," Mrs. Potter

and Vicente's faces changed dramatically. They were unsure what Raegan had captured. If Mrs. Potter were to inspect Raegan's phone, their recent intimacy could be

Potter held Vicente in high regard, which had given

over. Judging by the

Lauren's complexion turned ashen. There was no way she could allow Mrs. Potter to

a discreet signal with the doorman, who immediately understood it. The doorman realized whether he could win Lauren's favor depended

second, the doorman stepped forward.

of lies. "Miss, you think I don't remember you? This isn't

accusation, Raegan responded with a chilly tone, "You're saying you've

returned from abroad a few days ago, and this was her first visit to this restaurant. How could this doorman possibly recognize her?

"Quit pretending, please. You'd better leave now! When