In desperation, Lauren turned to Vicente. “Please, Mr. Potter, you must speak good of me in front of your wife!"

Vicente looked at Lauren with disdain and snorted. Worried about his position at the company, he quickly distanced himself from Lauren.

"You bitch! You're the one who came onto me first!"

"That's a lie! How could you accuse me like that, you... You jerk!"

Lauren retorted.

In an instant, the two of them quarreled and tangled with each other.

Lauren was no match for Vicente's strength. In the fight, she lost some hair, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

Lauren fell to the ground and desperately grabbed Mitchel's feet.

“Mitchel, please, you have to help me..."

Seeing Mitchel's handsome face covered by the coldness, Raegan remained silent. She recalled Erick's words about how men usually disliked women with harmful intentions the most.

Wanting a divorce, Raegan decided to play the bad guy gloating here.

She commented, "Mr. Dixon, didn't you notice your little lover asking for your help?"

To her astonishment, Mitchel commanded without any emotion, "Throw them out."

Raegan was momentarily taken aback.

At Matteo's signal, the bodyguards swiftly escorted Lauren, Vicente, and the doorman out.

The hall then regained its peaceful atmosphere.

Raegan, feeling a mix of disappointment and depression, followed Mitchel into the chamber, though unwillingly.

Once inside, she noticed they were alone and asked, "Where are the other guests?"

Mitchel, unbothered, answered, "They couldn't make it to dinner.

Shall we begin?"