Mitchel suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her. From his seat, he could only see the woman's round earlobes. He felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity while looking at them.

Darryl went on, “But I heard that the daughter of the Foster family is stunning. If she's from an ordinary family, I can just play with her. Women are all the same. They are cheap..."

Darryl's voice trailed off. It turned out that the woman in a waitress's uniform suddenly poured the wine directly on Darryl's head, drenching him from head to toe.

"Damn!" Darryl gasped and cursed.

“It seems you're the black sheep in the Cullen family." Raegan put the wine on the table and stared at Darryl with wide eyes. “Since you feel that way, there's no need for me to be here anymore. I will let my brother explain it to your father."

Raegan had dressed in a waitress's uniform to see if Darryl was a decent man before they went on a blind date. After all, she was looking for a stepfather for Janey. She had to be cautious in choosing a spouse. Raegan didn't expect Darryl to disrespect women like this.

Raegan untied her apron, threw it on the table, and left the chamber.

“Wait! Darryl shouted furiously. He stood up with a frown and grabbed Raegan's hand. He had never been treated like this before, so he couldn't let go of her just like that. "How dare you! Who the hell do you think you are?"

As he spoke, he ripped off Raegan's mask. Her delicate face was revealed.

Mitchel's face instantly darkened upon seeing this. He fixed his gaze on Raegan's face, and his eyes turned red.

Caught off guard, Raegan lost her balance and tumbled backward. But then, Darryl caught her waist in time.

“Bitch, what the..." Darryl uttered subconsciously. He typically had no reservations about his words or actions and did as he pleased.

But he was tongue-tied right now. He had made out with countless women in the past. But now, only one thought raced through his mind.

Oh, shit! How could this woman have such a slender waist... And why did it feel so damn good?

Darryl's gaze zeroed in on Raegan's captivating face before him. Her eyes were bright, and her lips were irresistibly tempting. Words failed to do justice to her beauty, which transcended all descriptions.

“Damn it!" Darryl couldn't help but curse vehemently in his heart.

How on earth could someone be this stunning? It was as if this woman had descended from the heavens and embodied every fantasy he'd ever imagined.

But before he could dwell on that thought any longer, Darryl was suddenly jolted by a searing pain.

Thud! While Raegan might not be as strong as Darryl, she possessed formidable self-defense skills. While Darryl was seemingly in a trance, she drove her knee forcefully into his lower abdomen. Then, without mercy, she stomped on his feet.

“What the hell! Damn it!" Darryl exclaimed in agony. His once-handsome face was contorted in pain. He desperately shielded his lower region, only to spring up on one leg, holding the injured foot in his arms.