Chapter 435 The Right To Ask

Inside the chamber, a woman giggled and said, "Mr. Dixon, have a drink..."

Raegan stopped in her tracks, her complexion turning white in an instant.

Matteo, who had just entered from outside, was initially surprised at the sight of Raegan. Yet, when he caught sight of what was happening inside the chamber, his expression shifted to one of shock.

Matteo had only stepped out for a brief moment, and Mr. Ortega had already invited two women in revealing outfits to join them for drinks.

Furthermore, one of the women positioned herself strategically next to Mitchel, deliberately leaned to him with her upper body slightly bent. Her clothes moved up with her movement, revealing part of her skin. She used the excuse of urging Mitchel to take a sip to keep chatting with him.

Matteo sighed. He had invited Raegan over to break the ice, not to make things worse. "Miss Foster, it's... Well, please don't misunderstand..."

Matteo attempted to clarify the situation but found himself struggling to find the right words momentarily.

Suddenly, Raegan asked, "Matteo, was there anything wrong with Mr. Dixon yesterday?"

"Well..." Matteo couldn't precisely point out what had gone wrong. He was just an assistant. Mitchel wouldn't share his mental activities with him.

After pondering for a short while, Matteo replied, "Mr. Dixon had wrapped up a meeting yesterday and hurried back to Berton. Then, he headed to the market for some seafood. Once he headed to your house and found you weren't there, he checked and found out you had gone to Ashfield. He then dashed off to Ashfield..."

Raegan pieced it together. So, Mitchel was in Ashfield when they talked via phone last night. Perhaps he even saw Stefan. So, he was mad and chose to ignore her messages and calls. He went to this club instead of her place since he was still annoyed.

"Miss Foster, please don't leave yet. How about I arrange a room for you to wait..." Matteo suggested.

"There's no need for that," Raegan cut in and strode into the chamber elegantly.

When Raegan first laid eyes on the scene inside the chamber, she hesitated, wanting to leave. She couldn't find the courage within herself to walk in and ask Mitchel.

If Mitchel was mad due to

was locked on her. She donned a classic little red dress

out a dismissive snort. The nights in Ardlens were still chilly, but Raegan appeared indifferent to the

beside him. Instead,

get Mr. Dixon to drink your glass?" Mr. Ortega teased the woman beside Mitchel, "If he

you really want to see

she leaned in closer to Mitchel, the thin fabric of her dress barely concealing her

over Mitchel was all that mattered, even if it meant undressing herself. Her

to compromise for just any affluent man. Yet, Mitchel checked all her boxes. He was handsome, well-built, and exuded a subtle naughtiness that was

making it appear she "accidentally" spilled the drink on his pants. Only then could she make advances on him. She smirked, thinking no men could resist being dabbed the

the woman could pour the wine on Mitchel's pants,

approaching from the side, gently interjected, "Let's be careful not to spill the

loss for words. Irritated, she wondered about

you new around here? Don't you know how things

shaking violently and wondered if you

Ortega couldn't contain his amusement and burst into

on Mitchel's face, but he quickly hid it. Humph! He was still

chest, struggling

further with the woman. Turning her

another drink and stated icily, "I'm busy." His voice was devoid of any warmth, treating

hurt. "I just need a

Mr. Ortega's fixed stare on Raegan, Mitchel's irritation grew. He knitted his brows and said impatiently, "I told you I'm busy. Isn't that clear

are you waiting for?" His implication was

if the alcohol had

got straight to the point, asking, "Mitchel, were you in Ashfield last

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