Chapter 548 Touching My Face


    Hayley''s POV:


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    When I saw his face clearly, I remembered his name. Jonah Ortega, a textbook definition of an arrogant, rich yboy.


    "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 andpletely 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.


    With 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 mmed 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 myughter.


    Instead of getting angrier, Jonah turned to me with a shameless grin, oozing sleaze. “Go ahead,ugh. If you like, I can get wet for you anytime."


    Before he even finished his disgusting remark, Mira grabbed another ss of water and flung it straight into his face.


    The water drenched himpletely, his meticulously styled hair copsing 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.


    Themotion was loud enough to send the sales manager scrambling over, panic etched across his face. "Oh my god! Mr. Ortega, what happened?"


    Mira nonchntly 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, Iter 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,


    Chapter 548 Touching My Face


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    But the two salespeople, both low-ranking Omegas, were clearly intimidated by Mira''s overwhelming presence. They exchanged nervous nces, neither daring to move.


    Seeing his authority falling t, the manager''s face twisted with frustration. "Useless idiots! You''re quick enough to grab your paychecks, but when it''s time to do your job, you turn into spineless cowards!"


    Realizing he''d have to handle it himself, he stormed over to us.


    After 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 his 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 shot me a condescending look. "That''s just how society works. Unless you''re a high-ranking werewolf, money talks."


    He nced over us dismissively. "Judging by how you''re dressed, you''re just broke students. Even if you somehow managed to buy a car here, people would assume you snagged it thanks to some sugar daddy. Honestly, you''d be smart to just leave now."


    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."