All Chapters of Mr. Hagen's Obsession. : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Camellia walked down the street blankly, as if only her body was there while her head was wandering nowhere.The shadow of the conversation seemed to weigh heavily on her. She took a few deep breaths, and her feet occasionally stopped while she was staring around.On the people who walked past her.“I think I’m the only one walking in place,” she whispered as she continued to pace back.Camellia’s head was also downcast, hiding the shock that was chasing in her face.She felt that she had no more solutions. And the only one who could help was Brandon.Of course, Hagen doesn’t count. She didn’t even want to fill her head with that man.She had just arrived at the bus stop, when a familiar car stopped on the shoulder of the road.Seeing that, Camellia snorted. She pretended to be busy with her bag, trying as hard as possible to ignore the figure of the man who got out of the car and now walked over.When the man’s shoe was within her sight range, not once did Camellia lift her head. She

Camellia stared at the payment transaction for his father’s hospital bill, which was fully paid, with a flat gaze. She knew who had paid for everything, so she just had to bear the irritability in her heart as she walked out of the hospital.Occasionally, she stared around, looking for someone who might still be there. However, the man was not seen everywhere, causing Camellia to be a little disappointed and relieved at the same time. At least, she wouldn’t meet Hagen there.However, her steps halted as soon as her gaze fell on Garry Frank, who was standing in the parking lot with a firm posture and both arms in front of his chest. The man was just standing alone and seemed to be waiting for someone, whom Camellia believed was her.After all, who else would Blake Hagen’s subordinates bother if it wasn’t her? As she recalled, at this time, she was the man’s new prey.Realizing this, the eighteen-year-old girl also quickened her pace with her head down to avoid the man’s gaze. She tried

As she had expected, he would definitely come to her home.Camellia deliberately hid behind the curtains of her room and pretended to be deaf as soon as she heard the sound of the doorbell ringing. She even turned off her mobile phone to avoid him, and she also locked the entire access into the house.Luckily, Camellia had already replaced all the keys on her doors, so he wouldn’t be able to use the stolen keys.“Why doesn’t he give up?” Camellia growled as she closed the curtains and approached her bed.She waited until she couldn’t hear any more doorbells. After some time, the house finally fell into silence again, making her sigh softly. A little relieved, but there was also a disappointment that she quickly repelled strongly.Meanwhile, Blake Hagen could only wait for Camellia to open the door.He had been standing in front of the house ever since, but apparently his arrival was not welcomed.Though obviously, the girl was in the house.Hagen accidentally found her peeking out fro

Brandon winced inwardly as soon as his gaze collided with Hagen, who was at the end of the lounge. Several times, he had to turn his head to avoid those sharp gazes.When the atmosphere around them felt even more suffocating, Brandon cleared his throat, which resulted in Blake Hagen’s eyebrows rising closer to his forehead.“Ahem...” Brandon said, trying to stare in all directions.For a moment, the room was quiet again, before finally Brandon sighed, sounding tired. Because obviously, Hagen would never let go of that sharp gaze.“Well, I’m sorry,” Brandon muttered with his shoulders bent listlessly. “I didn’t realize things out there could be this bad.”Instead of responding, Hagen simply gave a terrifying glare.Brandon’s personal bodyguard chose to get out of the way near the entrance to the corridor.Knowing Brandon’s nature, he would not be able to sleep well before he delivered his apology.Hagen closed his eyes while sighing softly.“Fine,” he murmured, and then he turned his g

Camellia had just come out of the toilet when she was startled by the presence of a male figure in one of the chairs, right next to the bed. She almost screamed, but her lips were sealed as soon as she realized who was sitting there.“Uncle,” Camellia whispered, her legs standing restlessly.The male figure that had just been called turned his head from the mobile phone that was in his grasp.The 35-year-old man’s face lifted slightly, and his gaze was fixed on Camellia, who was frozen in front of the bathroom door in a hospital gown that was still wrapped around her body.“I heard you were injured,” said the man nonchalantly, not the least intending to stand up from the chair to greet Camellia. “And I didn’t expect there to be men standing guard out there.”Hearing this, Camellia’s head moved towards the entrance, but she couldn’t see anything from her position because the glass on her door was covered by curtains.“Ah, that...” she replied haltingly.She didn’t know how to answer be