“Mitchel, I know you're angry. But this is not about me. And the situation is urgent. Nicole's life is at risk. I have no other choice. I'm begging you. Please..."

Mitchel chuckled lightly.

"So? What does Nicole's situation have to do with me?"

After saying this, he got in the car and ordered Matteo to drive.

Raegan stood there for a moment. The temperature tonight was freezing, and the chill seemed to penetrate her bones. Her heart grew equally cold.

The failure to do anything to save Nicole was too much for Raegan to bear.

Raegan slowly crouched down and hugged her knees tightly, not wanting to let others see how sad she was.

Fortunately, it was past one in the morning, and no one was outside the Kingbel Club.

In the car, Mitchel's dark face still looked sour.

Matteo looked at Mitchel through the rearview mirror. When he saw the expression on Mitchel's face, he hesitated for a moment. Finally, he asked, "Mr. Dixon, should we arrange a car for Miss Hayes?"

It was dark and cold, and Raegan was alone. It wasn't safe for her to be outside at this time of night.

The woman Mitchel took with him was slightly intoxicated and became somewhat presumptuous. She chimed in, "Is your assistant pimping up?"

Mitchel's eyes instantly turned cold. He said in a grave voice, "Stop the car."

Without waiting for Mitchel to say another word, Matteo understood his intention and got out of the car, opening the door.

“Miss, please get out."

The woman refused to leave the car. It was hard to know a big shot like Mitchel. How could she let go of him just like that?

She said sweetly, "What is wrong with your assistant? Is..."

As she spoke, she even leaned closer to Mitchel intentionally.

A trace of anger appeared on Mitchel's handsome face. His brows furrowed tightly. He roared, "Get out!"

His voice sent a chill down the woman's spine.