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.

a

murmurs started

if he can't stand Henley, brawling

courteous to the receptionist, and he's often treating us to

Remember when he 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 with his recent decline in popularity due to his illness

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

glance at Henley, sprawled on the ground, not fighting back. Was Henley truly powerless? It all seemed like a performance, from his

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

but Raegan gently pushed him away. She didn't want

donned a fisherman's hat to avoid attention, making it difficult to see her face clearly. Only her rosy lips and tear-drenched chin were

something, was interrupted by Raegan's delicate yet surprising voice. "Mitchel..." She pointed at Henley, who was now pretending to limp to garner sympathy, and accused him in a tattletale tone, "He harassed me..." Raegan's accusation sent murmurs

he asked who I was searching for. Even after said it was you, he still..." She choked up, seemingly too embarrassed to voice

then added indignantly, "He even

he relaxed. She wouldn't act like this if she was genuinely upset. He remained silent, playing along

to make advances on me and even spilled the soup I had brought for you!" The spilled soup was there on the floor for

perception of Henley began

be such a

aback by Raegan's actions, half-convinced she

not relent. She

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 with skills, straddling the line between truth and drama. Henley had indeed made comments far worse than what she recounted, but she chose her

showed her wrist to Mitchel. "Look, he left a bruise," she pointed out,

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

been known to be single for such a long time, acknowledging a girlfriend was not just unusual but