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.”

had ordered with remarkable

her

seemed like Owen so riled up Raphael that

picked at his fruit platter and drank some water, but didn’t touch his

finished her steak, he broke the silence, his voice calm yet pointed. “Hailey, you know there’s

fingers tracing the cup’s rim

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to get rid of him,

aback, before lifting her head to meet Raphael’s gaze.

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

bit her 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 rather confront the

of dragging someone else into this, I can help,” Raphael said,

meeting his gaze. She hesitated for a long moment before shaking her head. “I need more

her further, simply nodding. “But if you keep letting this drag on, the only ones who’ll end up hurt are both

words hit her like a punch to the gut, leaving

apartment. Once inside, she quickly locked the

what Aiden had said over the phone. The

unbearable.

only I didn’t feel anything

couldn’t help but wonder if it was the remnants of her old feelings still lingering inside her, or if, in just a few short days, she’d truly found

am I supposed to

momentarily wishing she could disappear from the

there for what felt like hours, the afternoon slipping away until nearly 4 PM, the setting sun casting a warm glow across

walked over to the window. As she reached for the curtains, her eyes

‘Could Owen be standing right beneath my window,

` me?‘

her gaze, for he immediately looked up and locked eyes with her. Hailey immediately pulled back, her heart pounding in her

and collapsed onto the soft couch, starting a game to distract herself. She played until 9

bathroom, Hailey found herself again drawn to the window, looking down below. The Bentley was still parked below,

the weight of