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.”

glancing over at Owen, who had ordered with remarkable elegance. He even looked over at them, smiling

lowered her head

seemed like Owen so riled up Raphael that he couldn’t

waiter brought the steak, Raphael picked at his fruit platter and

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

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

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to get rid of him, you’ll need

lifting her head to meet Raphael’s

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Owen can have any woman he wants. The real issue is his pride–he can’t stand that you’ve moved on and are avoiding him. But once you’re with someone else, give it time, and he’ll

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

dragging someone else into this, I

a long moment before shaking her head. “I need more time to

keep letting this drag on, the only ones who’ll end up hurt are both of you.”

punch to the

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

into the couch, her mind overwhelmed by what Aiden had said over the

unbearable.

I didn’t feel anything for Owen…‘

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 herself falling for Owen. Either way, when she looked at him, the words she needed to say

thought, ‘What am I supposed

she could disappear from the world altogether.

nearly 4 PM,

the curtains, her eyes casually

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

` me?‘

as if Owen sensed her gaze, for he immediately looked up and locked eyes with her. Hailey immediately pulled back,

played until 9 PM, finally stretching

heading to the bathroom, Hailey found herself again drawn to the window, looking down below. The Bentley was still parked below, but no sign of him. The headlights were on–maybe he was waiting in the car.

feeling the weight of the situation,