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

murmurs started rippling through

so low? Even if he can't stand Henley, brawling in the office isn't the

to the receptionist, and he's often treating us to dinner. A

Under normal circumstances, no one would dare air these opinions in front of Mitchel. But with his recent decline in popularity due to his illness and Alexis’

allies, along

Henley, sprawled 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 was

He scanned her for any signs of injury, his voice soft as he asked, "Are you hurt anywhere?" At his inquiry, Raegan's tears broke

to embrace her, but Raegan gently pushed him away. She didn't want to hide her tears

see her face clearly.

now pretending to limp to garner sympathy, and accused

me, he asked who I was searching

then added indignantly,

furrowed his brows at Raegan's unusual behavior, but then he relaxed. She wouldn't act

"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 floor for everyone to see, drawing their

of Henley began to

Henley really be such a

completely taken aback by Raegan's actions, half-convinced she

Raegan did not relent. She

and complaining, "And he said some really awful things tool" Mitchel, previously in a foul mood, found himself unexpectedly entertained by the spectacle. Struggling to keep a 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

and dismissed him with a scoff. "Only in your dreams." Raegan showed her wrist to Mitchel. "Look, he left a bruise," she pointed out, her voice

softened, his anger giving way to concern as he gently offered, "Let me see to that for you." The room fell into

man of Mitchel's stature, who had been known to be single for