Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 466 Henley, caught off guard, stumbled backward, colliding with the wall.

In the blink of an eye, Mitchel's foot connected, sending Henley crashing to the ground. His knee pressed hard against Henley's throat.

Mitchel's cold, lacquer-black eyes bore into Henley, chilling as he hissed, "You're seeking death!" With a bruised face already, Henley's situation worsened with each blow from Mitchel, swelling up half of his face.

The injuries painted a gloomy picture of his predicament.

Henley chuckled. "Mitchel, lacking confidence? Just chatting up Raegan gets you this worked up. Imagine if I had taken her to bed. Would you be even more riled?" Deliberately slowing his speech, Henley ensured only the two of them could hear, his every word dripping with mockery. "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated, Henley mused.

Henley had always pegged Mitchel as sensitive and easily provoked. It took just a few words to push Mitchel over the edge.

Initially, Mitchel had planned to settle things with a punch and then moved on, but hearing Henley's words turned his expression icy in an instant.

Henley licked his cracked lips, taunting. "No wonder I've been fixated on Raegan all these years. She's such a beauty. I couldn't help it." Enraged, Mitchel's fists became a relentless barrage, raining blows down upon Henley, leaving Henley choked and powerless against the onslaught.

More and more onlookers gathered around, drawn to the spectacle unfolding before them. The company's higher- ups duking it out? No one dared to step in Spotting someone filming, Raegan swiftly grabbed Mitchel's arm. "Mitchel, knock it off!" Unsatisfied, Mitchel hurled another punch before finally releasing Henley.

Now, Henley's once-handsome face resembled a bruised canvas, a real sight for sore eyes.

"Tug along, Mitchel. Let's head to your office, Raegan insisted.

They couldn't afford any more public spectacle. Raegan knew all too well that Mitchel, as the CEO, losing his cool in front of the staff would spread like wildfire. His already shaky standing in the company would plummet further, fueled by this incident.

Moreover, without grasping the full picture, people would naturally side with the apparent underdog.

wanted a hot-headed

started rippling through the

low? Even if he can't stand

always courteous to the receptionist, and he's often treating us to dinner. A kind soul like him doesn't deserve

helped me haul that stack of printer paper? No airs of superiority, just genuine kindness." Under normal circumstances, no one would dare air these opinions in front of Mitchel. But

speaking up now were likely Alexis' allies, along with some fooled by Henley's

on the ground, not fighting back. Was Henley truly powerless? It all seemed like a performance, from his earlier taunts to his current theatrics aimed at provoking Mitchel. If Henley

off the whispers, his attention fixed on Raegan. He scanned her for any signs of injury, his voice soft as he asked, "Are you hurt

furrowed with concern as he moved to embrace her, but Raegan gently pushed him away. She didn't want to hide her tears behind

her face clearly. Only her rosy lips and tear-drenched chin were visible, her trembling shoulders betraying

surprising voice. "Mitchel..." She pointed at Henley, who was now pretending to

me, he asked who I was searching for. Even after said it was you,

then added indignantly, "He

act like this if she was genuinely upset. He

Mitchel's shoulders with a flair for the dramatic. "I told him I was your girlfriend, but he still tried to make advances on me and even spilled the soup I had brought for you!" The spilled soup was there on the

their perception of Henley began to shift.

really be such a person? they wondered

by Raegan's actions,

did not relent. She

straight face, he inquired, "And what did he say?" Raegan, still playing her part between sobs, responded, "He boasted about taking everything that's yours, including me, and even talked about seizing control of the company..." Raegan was weaving her narrative with skills, straddling the line between truth and drama. Henley had indeed made comments far worse than what she recounted, but she chose

"Only in your dreams." Raegan showed her wrist to Mitchel. "Look, he left a bruise," she pointed out, her voice a mix

"Let me see to that for you." The room fell into a hushed surprise at Mitchel's gentle gesture, something they hadn't

single for such a long