Phoebe felt like a wild beast was tearing up her brain. She deflected, "Mr. Douglas 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 classy and out-of-this-world, like you don't care about anything," Phoebe buttered him up with a grin.@@novelbin@@

She was laying 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 flattery.

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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