Phoebe felt like a wild beast was tearing up her brain. She deflected, "Mr. Dous is a young hotshot, all fancy and untouchable, like some high-end jewelry you just look at but never touch."


    Raphael shot back, "You think pretty highly of him."


    "I think pretty highly of you too. You''re all ssy and out-of-this-world, like you don''t care about anything," Phoebe buttered him up with a grin.


    She wasying it on thick to get Raphael to drop any funny business. No way he''d keep using her to charm guys after that kind of ttery.@@novelbin@@


    Raphael was eating it up. He grinned and said, "You''ve got good taste. Alright, I get it, you''re not into him. You can go."


    Phoebe didn''t waste a second and bolted.


    As soon as the door shut, she wiped the sweat off her forehead. She decided to keep a low profile from now on.


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