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Despite her discomfort, Raegan felt compelled to clarify her intentions for being here. He wanted to put an end to the confusion that had lingered over the past few days.

After saying what she had to say, Raegan briskly turned around and walked out, leaving a stunned Mitchel behind.

Mitchell blinked. What had Raegan just revealed? That Stefan and her were just friends? Indeed, just friends!

The well-groomed woman breathed a sigh of relief when Raegan left. He recognized his inability to rival Raegan. He approached Mitchel, with a tone that exuded coquetry: “Mr. Dixon, now that I've taken that annoyance away from you, what's my reward?

It wasn't unusual for a man of Mitchel's means to be surrounded by a group of women. The woman knew all too well that rich men were always after those young, naive girls. Once boredom took hold, even the most dazzling beauty lost its charm. Therefore, a woman's strategy was to be accommodating, skillful, and charming to keep a man's interest.

"Mr. Dixon, would you give me the pleasure of having a drink together?

The woman came a little closer, her scent was irresistible.

Mitchel's face turned icy and he quickly took the drink from her hand.

Surprised, the woman stumbled and landed awkwardly on the ground.

Mitchel, imposing and stern, cast a disdainful glance at the crowd and stated firmly: “To be clear, I was the one chasing her!

"I asked for your company."

His words resonated, loaded with meaning, stunning the spectators, particularly Mr. Ortega, who deeply regretted his actions. He had never intended to betray the woman Mitchel preferred.

Mr. Ortega, who had his own requests for Mitchel, now only hoped to avoid Mitchel's wrath.

The woman, still on the ground, tried to get Mr. Ortega's attention with a sweet call: "Mr. Ortega!

The woman felt her last hope dwindling, but she still tried to take advantage of any opportunity she had left.

Mr. Ortega found the woman incredibly irritating. He knew that angering Mitchel could have serious consequences. His face twisted in annoyance and he pushed the woman away forcefully. «Get lost! Bitch".

Raegan wasted no time in hailing a taxi.

Just as the taxi began to drive away, a voice echoed from behind.

“Raegan!”

The taxi driver looked at Raegan in the rearview mirror, asking, "Is that man calling you?"

Raegan's response was icy. "No, let's move on." She was determined to avoid any further entanglements with Mitchel, since he had said what he had to say.

The driver followed his instructions and left.

Shortly after, a sudden roar interrupted their path.

The taxi screeched to a stop.

Mitchel's car door flew open, revealing his determined figure.

The taxi driver, anxious, said, “Miss, this could be a problem.”

Mitchel approached the taxi, knocking on the window, trying to get in. He stared at the driver, his voice cold. "Open the door."

The driver felt immense pressure. He never thought that he would be intimidated by the gaze of a young man.

Despite his nervousness, the driver stood his ground, reassuring Raegan: “Don't worry. "I won't let him in." His voice betrayed his fear.

The driver took out his phone, ready to make an emergency call in Mitchel's presence.

Raegan recognized the driver's kindness and did not want to alarm him or cause any problems. So he reassured him: «Sir, calm down.

"It's someone I know."

“Is this someone you know?” The driver was about to dial the number, but upon hearing this, he quickly canceled the call.

«Yes, roll down the window. I need to talk to him,” Raegan confirmed.

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