The Forgotten Girl Is Back For Revenge

Chapter 55

“Well, well, I was wondering who was bothering the young lady,” a lazy, sultry voice drawled from behind. Turns out it’s Mr. Blake. Long time no see. Hope you’re doing well The tone was casual, almost as if he were greeting an old acquaintance. completely unfazed by the situation at hand.

“Mr… Mr. Gibbs…” Solomon muttered with a strained smile, his face pale and veins bulging from his forehead. “Please, let go of me. Let’s talk this through…

“Let go? Ivan raised an eyebrow, tightening his grip on Solomon’s hand. “If I let you go, will you let go of the lady?”

Solomon immediately nodded, his forehead drenched in cold sweat. ‘Of course, of course. This is your territory–I’ll listen to you.”

Only then did Ivan release his hold, taking a handkerchief from his pocket and meticulously wiping his hands. He tossed it aside and then addressed the security at the door. “Escort Mr. Blake out

Solomon, eager to avoid further trouble, hurriedly spoke, “I’ll go on my own, I’ll go. Mr. Gibbs, please, just let me off the hook this time.”

Ivan tilted his head slightly, raising an eyebrow, silently urging, “Aren’t you going to get out of here?”

Though Solomon was seething with frustration, he knew he couldn’t afford to cross someone with such powerful connections. He had no choice but to leave, his pride completely shattered.

Once the nuisance was gone, Ivan turned his attention to Hailey and Casey, a smirk playing on his lips. He raised an eyebrow and said, “Miss Dalton, sneaking off to a bar without your boyfriend? Not a good look, is it?”

Hailey knew that Ivan and Owen were close friends. She thought, ‘I never expected it would happen like this… especially not with Ivan catching me in the act.

“You didn’t tell Owen, did you?” she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Just as the words left her mouth, the door opened, and a man walked in. He was tall and lean, dressed simply in a white shirt and suit trousers. His cold, aloof demeanor exuded a quiet, aristocratic confidence.

Hailey froze, her breath catching in her throat. She wondered, ‘Speak of the devil… I don’t know if he overheard me, but if he did, this is going to be so awkward. It’s like I just made it worse by trying to cover it up.‘

Owen walked in, his gaze briefly meeting Hailey’s before shifting to Ivan. “Thanks,” he said, his voice calm and measured.

Ivan raised an eyebrow. “No problem. Do you need a private room to talk?”

Hailey was left speechless.

Owen said, walking over to Hailey’s side and

and obediently followed him. She thought, ‘But what about Casey? After all, I’m

Ivan spoke up. “Miss Medrano, how about

Medrano families were both prominent, so they were certainly acquainted, though Casey

leave first, but when Ivan spoke, she felt she

your care,” Hailey said,

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nature, he knew when to be serions. “Don’t worry, he

her further inside

for the wealthy glong men wed excitement. But behind it was a refined

Ivan, understanding her comfort level, didn’t take her into the bar Instead, he led her so the

had never been to a place like this before. It felt new and exciting, but she was also afraid of being judged. She thed to hold back her curiosity, though her wide

wide eyes sparkled, Ivan couldn’t help but find it endearing She reminded him a

pace, he lazily called out, “Never

thought she had hidden her curiosity well, but Ivan saw right

been here

me show you around he said, he said

She

after a deep kiss. Her face was as red as a peach, and Owen’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he fought to

and threatening but with a hint of tenderness. “If I

blinked, her mind struggling to catch up. “Toss me on

wicked grin playing on

a moment for Hailey to process, her eyes lighting up with a playful spark. She narrowed her eyes at Owen

waist, pulling her closer. “It’s still early,” he said, refusing to let her go. “We finally

laugh, her eyes crinkling with amusement. “We saw each other just a few hours ago,” she said, her voice

whenever he’s not traveling, always makes time to visit me every day during lunch at Everton High School. I find it a bit of a hassle, but despite his busy schedule running the world,

hours already,” Owen said, still not letting