The Forgotten Girl Is Back For Revenge

Chapter 155

The girl pressed her lips together and gave a soft hum of agreement.

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Raphael pressed the accelerator, and the car shot forward. The vehicle behind them quickly followed suit, pushing the pedal down to keep pace.

Raphael, usually composed, had a sharp glint in his eyes now. The two cars–one white, one black–sped down the wide road. Thankfully, there wasn’t much traffic; otherwise, things could’ve gone south instantly.

As they approached a traffic light, Raphael slowed his car. The black car behind them stopped right beside him with perfect precision.

Both men lowered their windows. Owen’s cold gaze flicked to Hailey, his eyes piercing through her. She felt a flutter of unease under his gaze, and she instinctively gripped the seatbelt, avoiding his stare.

“Mr. Calhoun, do you have nothing better to do?” Raphael asked, his voice cold.

Owen smiled faintly, his voice low. “I suppose I’ve got time to spare.”

Raphael raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Calhoun, a man of your status, clinging to us like a stray dog–don’t you think that’s beneath you?”

Owen raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Oh? Did Mr. Park buy this road? Since when can you go where others can’t?”

Raphael’s expression hardened, his tone icy. “I’ve never encountered someone so shameless.”

Owen chuckled lightly, rolling up his window without another word.

Hailey couldn’t help but cover her face, suppressing a laugh. She glanced at Raphael, noticing his tense expression. She quickly held back her amusement.

There was no way they were losing him now, so with a sigh, Raphael eased off the accelerator and steered the car toward a nearby restaurant. Of course, Owen followed right behind.

The three of them walked into the restaurant, one after the other. Owen settled into the table next to Raphael, his demeanor calm and collected, the cool that made you want to march over and knock that smug look off his face.

Raphael handed Hailey the menu. She ordered a steak and a vegetable salad, while Raphael opted for a simple fruit platter.

Hailey lifted her gaze, a hint of surprise in her eyes. “Aren’t you eating?”

Raphael’s expression darkened slightly. “No, I’m not hungry.”

remarkable elegance. He even looked over at them, smiling warmly in her

her head quietly.

it seemed like Owen so riled up Raphael that

the steak, Raphael picked at his fruit platter

he broke the silence, his voice calm yet pointed. “Hailey, you know there’s no future between you and him.”

lowered her eyes, setting her glass down, her fingers tracing the cup’s rim as she

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get rid of him, you’ll need to start seeing someone else.”

aback, before lifting her head to

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is his pride–he can’t stand that you’ve moved on and are avoiding him. But once you’re

lip, torn between what she wanted and what was needed. Truth be told, she didn’t want to go down that path. It would only drag another innocent person into this mess. She’d

this, I

for a long moment before shaking her head. “I

didn’t press her further, simply nodding. “But if you keep letting this drag on, the only ones who’ll end up hurt are both

like a punch to the gut, leaving her

dropped Hailey off at her apartment. Once inside, she quickly locked the

by what Aiden

unbearable.

didn’t

old feelings still lingering inside her, or if, in just a few short days, she’d truly found herself falling for Owen. Either way, when she looked at him, the words she needed to say just wouldn’t come out.

am I

onto the couch, momentarily wishing she could

the afternoon slipping away until nearly 4 PM, the setting sun casting a

to the window. As she reached for the curtains, her eyes casually flicked down to the street below,

unbelievable thought crossed her mind. Hailey thought, ‘Could Owen be standing right beneath my

` me?‘

immediately pulled back, her heart pounding in her chest.

soft couch, starting a game to distract herself. She played until 9 PM, finally stretching her sore neck before deciding to wear a face mask and call it a

down below. The Bentley was still parked

breath, feeling the weight of the situation, and