NovelEnglishChapter 548 Touching My Face Hayley's POV: 79% +8 Pearls When I saw his face clearly, I remembered his name. Jonah Ortega, a textbook definition of an arrogant, rich playboy.
"Ah, a schoolgirl, huh? Haven't seen one of you in a while," he sneered, his lecherous gaze glued to me.
I curled my lips into a cold smile and completely ignored him.
Jonah shoved the woman in his arms toward the manager. "Take my girlfriend for a test drive." Hearing that, the woman and the manager excitedly lit up, practically skipping off to the cars.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith them gone, Jonah swaggered over and sat directly across from me, his sleazy eyes still lingering. Then, as if he couldn't control himself, he reached out to touch my face.
Before I even needed to react, Mira swiftly stepped between us, her boot slammed hard onto the coffee table. The cups on the table toppled, and one spilled its contents all over Jonah.
"D*mn it!" Jonah cursed loudly, leaping to his feet and frantically patting the water off his designer clothes.
I couldn't hold back my laughter.
Instead of getting angrier, Jonah turned towith a shameless grin, oozing sleaze. “Go ahead, laugh. If you like, I can get wet for you anytime." Before he even finished his disgusting remark, Mira grabbed another glass of water and flung it straight into his face.
The water drenched him completely, his meticulously styled hair collapsing into a soggy mess, revealing his ridiculous, blotchy face beneath.
Furious, he lunged at Mirá and gripped the front of her hoodie with bloodshot eyes. "You little b*tch! I'll rip you apart!" he growled.
The commotion was loud enough to send the sales manager scrambling over, panic etched across his face. "Oh my god! Mr. Ortega, what happened?" Mira nonchalantly shoved Jonah's hand off her hoodie, casually fiddling with the drawstrings as she rolled her eyes. "Can't even control your own wolf? Pathetic. You're useless." Curious about her words, I later asked Hera and discovered that Jonah couldn't control his wolf.
Exposed like that, Jonah's face turned beet red with rage, but since he clearly couldn't take Mira in a fight, he turned to the manager to vent his anger instead. "You! How are you going to handle this?" The manager immediately put on his most obsequious smile. “Don't worry, Mr. Ortega. Our dealership will ensure you're satisfied with how we handle this." Then, he snapped his fingers, beckoning two sales associates over. He barked at Mira and me, "You two, 1/2 Chapter 548 Touching My Face +8 Pearls But the two salespeople, both low-ranking Omegas, were clearly intimidated by Mira's overwhelming presence. They exchanged nervous glances, neither daring to move.
Seeing his authority falling flat, the manager's face twisted with frustration. “Useless idiots! You're quick enough to grab your paychecks, but when it's tto do your job, you turn into spineless cowards!" Realizing he'd have to handle it himself, he stormed over to us.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter sizing up Mira and thinking twice about messing with her, he turned his attention to me, the supposedly weaker 'Omega.' "Excuse me, miss," he said sharply, his tone dripping with false politeness. “Please take your friend and leave our dealership immediately. You're disturbing our valued customers." I smiled calmly, unfazed. “Are we not customers too?"
He blinked, thrown off for a second, before raising his voice. "Mr. Ortega is a VIP here. I trust is character and judgment. He would never harass anyone unprovoked. So, miss, I'm asking you to leave!" I remained serene, my tone cool. "So what you're saying is-the more money someone spends, the better their character?" The manager's chin tilted upward arrogantly as he shota condescending look. "That's just how society works. Unless you're a high-ranking werewolf, money talks.”
He glanced over us dismissively.
"Judging by how you're dressed, you're just broke to buy a car here, people would assyou snagged it thanks to ssugar daddy. Honestly, you'd be smart to just leave now." Read the latest you somehow no Even if chapter there! I let him finish his little monologue, then chuckled softly. "Well, I'll give you this-you've got a real snob talent.
Since you're so confident, let's put it to the test."
I reached into my bag and pulled out the card Thomas had stuffed into my hands over the summer. Walking over to one of the sales associates, I handed it to him with a pleasant smile. "Take this to your manager."
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