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.

do,” Owen said, walking over to Hailey’s side and taking

thought, ‘But what about Casey? After all, I’m

say anything, Ivan spoke up. “Miss Medrano,

they were certainly

planned to leave first, but when Ivan spoke, she

I’ll leave Casey in your care,”

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Chapter 55

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

Owen took Hailey’s hand and led her further inside while Carey followed behind Fran

a unique place. The front was a lively bar, a playground for the wealthy glong men wed excitement. But behind it was a refined coffee house, a gathering spot for cultured indevided, where women wone degue gowns, adding an air of sophistication and charm.

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

was also afraid of being judged. She

endearing She reminded him a line of the orange cat

pace, he lazily called out, “Never been here

had hidden her curiosity well, but Ivan saw right through her. Her face flushed, and she

been here

his expression effortlessly captivating. “Come on, let me show you around he said, he said

her mouth to respond, but the words didn’t come. She hesitated, unsure how to reply. So, she fell silent

room, Hailey was held tightly in Owen’s arms, gasping for breath after a deep kiss. Her face was as red as a peach, and Owen’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he

his voice low and threatening but with a hint of tenderness. “If I catch you at a bar again, I’ll tie you up and toss you on the

still breathless and disoriented, blinked, her mind struggling to catch up. “Toss me on the bed?*

grin playing on his

spark. She narrowed her eyes at Owen and said

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

couldn’t help but laugh, her eyes crinkling with amusement. “We saw each other

I find it a bit of

several hours already,” Owen said, still not