Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 357

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Mitchel suspected that Reagan might not be as affected by these rumors as she feared. From his observations, it seemed like she wasn't particularly interested in him. However, I wanted to avoid any misunderstanding.

He had learned his lesson from his indulgence in Lauren's actions. In short, he didn't want Raegan to misunderstand him again.

“I will have the public relations department issue a clarification,” Mitchel stated flatly. «I hope you collaborate. From now on, Matteo will take care of everything. "You don't need to hand me any documents personally."

Katie, speechless, struggled to maintain her composure and, with a forced smile, replied, “I understand. "I will be more cautious in the future." «But Mitchel, my father's health has worsened lately. Could you delay the statement until I am better?

Mitchel's brow furrowed, causing Katie to quickly add, “It won't take long. Maybe just half a month, okay? Besides, I've made a statement before, and I've never told anyone that we're engaged.

Could you do it for me, for my father's sake?

The Glyn family had always been by Mitchel's side, supporting him when no one else would.

Mitchel, a reasonable man, nodded before getting into his car.

Katie entered the other vehicle arranged by Matteo. As their cars passed each other, he saw Mitchel's profile. Even in the imperfect light, his features seemed like a work of art. That vision made him clench his fists.

Katie thought about the two people she had encountered earlier near the bathroom. She realized she wasn't the only one eager to see Raegan out of the picture. With this thought, he relaxed his grip and leaned back comfortably in the seat.

The glow of a streetlamp illuminated his face, which now had a determined, almost ferocious look. I was determined. No one would take Mitchel away from him.

In the other car, Matteo looked over his shoulder. "Mr. Dixon, where are we going now?" he asked.

Mitchel, massaging his temples wearily, responded dully, “Wait a minute.” He was waiting for Raegan, who hadn't come out yet.

Matteo, noticing the fatigue on Mitchel's face, couldn't help but worry about him. He said, "Do you want someone to take you home and I'll wait here?"

“No, don't bother,” Mitchel replied, looking toward the exit and checking the time. I hoped Raegan was out by now.

Worried, Mitchel ordered, “Go check on him. If she has problems, help her directly.

Upon receiving the order, Matteo nodded and got out of the car.

Meanwhile, in the chamber, Raegan finished the water in one gulp. She had insisted that she drove herself and could not drink alcohol.

But the truth was that he had a low tolerance for alcohol. Without a trusted companion, I wouldn't drink in the company of strangers.

Dinner was lively, with everyone in a good mood. Cary, trying to lighten the mood even more, offered to play some games.

Raegan didn't think it was appropriate to leave early, as it might dampen the lively atmosphere.

As she sat, Raegan began to feel dizzy and her heart began to race.

He tried to leave, but lost his balance as soon as he stood up and began to sweat.

Cary quickly called for a waiter and escorted Raegan to the lounge.

Once in the living room, Raegan's headache intensified and she suspected something was wrong. He looked for his phone to call Erick, but realized he didn't have it with him. He must have left it on the table.

Raegan stood up with difficulty, intending to ask the waiter for the phone. As he headed towards the door, it burst open.

Cary entered. His eyes widened as he saw her unstable posture.

"Miss Foster, what's wrong?" he asked as he quickly approached.

Raegan felt her head spin and her body burn. He struggled to concentrate. "Mr. Blake, could you help me get my phone?" she managed to say.

Cary reached into his pocket and pulled out a flip phone. "Is it yours, Miss Foster?" he asked, handing it to her.

Raegan's vision blurred, making everything look double, including the phone in Cary's hand. «Yes, it is mine. Please give it to me,” she replied, her voice strained.

Cary held out the phone to Raegan. But when Reagan reached out, his grip unexpectedly loosened. The phone slipped from his hand and fell to the floor with a clear click.

Cary looked at the fallen phone and then at Raegan, a sly smile on his lips. «Oops, my fault. Now your phone is broken,” he said nonchalantly.

Raegan bent down to retrieve her phone and found that it no longer worked.

At that moment, a suspicion began to form in his mind. The restaurant floor was carpeted. How could it be broken so easily? This thought, coupled with her current physical state, made her suspicious.

As Raegan took in her surroundings, she noticed Cary approaching.

A spark of understanding ignited in his heart. With a determined effort, he bit the tip of his tongue and pinched the palm of his hand, forcing himself to his feet. "Mr. Blake, I feel better now. Let's go," he said.

Cary blocked his path, eyeing his seemingly serene expression with doubt. Hadn't the pill worked as he expected?

Raegan looked at him and smiled. "Are we leaving, Mr. Blake?" he asked.

Cary wasn't expecting it. If the pill didn't work on Raegan, manipulating it would be a challenge. If the drug had taken effect, he could argue that a delirious Raegan had seduced him.

But if the pill didn't work on Raegan, she could accuse him of sexual harassment. This possibility worried Cary. With an awkward smile, he said, “I'll stay here to rest a little longer. You go ahead."

"OK. See you later, Mr. Blake. Raegan maintained her composure as she spoke.

Raegan was about to open the door when Cary's somber voice stopped her. “Wait a second!”

His voice made Raegan's heart race. She froze, hearing the sound of leather shoes approaching.

«Miss Foster, what's wrong with your arms? Why are they shaking like that? Cary was approaching Raegan, full of mock concern. «How about I take a look at your arms? “I’m pretty handy with massages,” Cary offered.

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