Chapter 158: Not Ordinary
Irving’s POV:
+8 Pearls
Hayley stopped in her tracks without turning around, her tone laced with irritation. “What do you want now?”
I stared at her back and said, “Can’t you choose to stand by my side? If you’re willing to work with me, I’ll give you anything you want.”
Ever since I realized how stunning she truly was, I knew she wasn’t just any ordinary Omega. But no matter how much I’ve tried, I haven’t been able to uncover the secrets she’s hiding.
Hayley is sharp, and there’s even a commanding aura about her—almost like that of an Alpha. If she joined forces with me, I’d undoubtedly achieve my goals with ease.
I watched her back in thoughtful silence for a while before she finally turned around. She gave me a deep, piercing look and said, “What I want is beyond your reach, and I don’t need anything from you. To me, you’re just a passerby. From now on, our paths won’t cross again.”
With that, Hayley left without the slightest hesitation. I stood there watching her walk away, and for the first time, I felt an inexplicable emptiness deep inside. My hands curled into silent fists.
Benjamin. Why does everyone choose you? Is it because no matter what I do, I’ll never measure up to you? But if you were gone, would everything finally change?
Gritting my teeth, I made a decision in my heart.
Hayley’s POV:
After the recent events, the Southwell Group not only remained unaffected, but several major corporations even extended olive branches. In no time, the Southwell Group’s stocks soared, doubling in value within just two weeks. At the same time, Christopher’s new song debuted on major music platforms. Christopher already had a solid fanbase, and as soon as the song was released, his fans flooded in, instantly boosting his popularity to the top.
“Christopher’s new song is amazing!” “Wow, the melody is so beautiful. We must support it!” “Damn, this is incredible! Christopher is a genius.”
10:56 Sat, Jan 4
Chapter 153: Not Ordinary
+B Pearls
I was in the middle of practicing my English listening exercises when Christine interrupted me out of the blue. “Hayley, you’ve got to hear Hubby’s new song. It’s so good!”
Before I could react, Christine pulled off my headphones and replaced them with hers. Immediately, Christopher’s magnetic voice filled my car. I had to admit—Christopher was born to be a singer. His voice was unique and incredibly distinctive.
“What do you think? Isn’t it amazing?” Christine asked eagerly. I smiled and nodded. “Not bad.”
Christine lit up with excitement. “Hubby is the best! I need to recommend this to all my friends.” With that, she quickly shared the song on Twitter. In just moments, the likes on her post skyrocketed.
We scrolled through the comments together until one caught my eye: “Why does this new song feel like it has a bit of Harmony’s style?” As soon as that comment appeared, another one followed: “Now that you mentioned it… I we listened again. It does have a bit of Harmony’s vibe.”
Christine saw the comments and immediately became indignant. “That’s impossible! Hubby composed this himself. How could it be like Harmony’s style? Are they seriously accusing him of copying?” Without hesitation, she replied angrily: “You don’t know what you’re talking about! Hubby would never plagiarize. He wrote this song himself. Stop spreading nonsense.”
Seeing Christine’s mood shift from excitement to frustration in an instant, I quickly tried to calm her down. She sulked as she retrieved her headphones and went back to her seat. “It’s fine, Hayley. I’ll just sit over here.”
Something about her behavior felt off, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Still, Christine wasn’t the type to keep secrets. If something was truly wrong, she’d tell me eventually, so I didn’t press her. Instead, I focused on my listening practice.
That afternoon, Henry came to pick me up from school. Ever since the Southwell Group ran into trouble, Henry seemed like a completely different person. He used to be careless and reckless, but lately, he’d been acting more composed. When he saw me, he even greeted me politely. “Boss.”
Once I got in the car, we started heading toward the Southwells’ residence. I flipped through my English textbook, but I noticed Henry glancing at me repeatedly. “What is it?” I asked.