Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

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.

Matteo's words had given her a new perspective. If Mitchel was mad due to his misunderstanding about the previous night, it

locked on her. She donned a classic little red dress with slender black straps, looking

Ardlens were still chilly, but Raegan appeared

woman beside him. Instead,

get Mr. Dixon to drink your glass?" Mr. Ortega teased the woman beside

and pleaded, "Mr. Dixon, do you really want to see me

she talked, she leaned in closer to Mitchel, the thin fabric of her dress barely concealing her form. She was using all her

Mitchel was all that mattered, even if it meant undressing herself. Her friends had all prospered

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

tactics. Her grip on the glass of wine tilted slightly, 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

the woman could pour the wine on Mitchel's pants, a slender, graceful

gently interjected, "Let's be careful not to spill

loss for words. Irritated, she wondered about Raegan's identity, daring

how things work here? Who gave you

hand shaking violently

Ortega couldn't contain his amusement and burst into laughter.

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

The woman grasped her chest, struggling to articulate

chose not to engage further with the woman. Turning her attention to Mitchel, she

without so much as a glance, grabbed another drink and stated icily, "I'm busy." His voice was

hurt. "I just need a

Mr. Ortega's fixed stare on Raegan, Mitchel's irritation grew. He knitted his

"What are you waiting for?" His implication was to have Matteo show Raegan to

wondering if the alcohol had dulled

point, asking,