The Glyn family had always stood by Mitchel, supporting him when no one else did.

Mitchel, a reasonable man, nodded his agreement before stepping into his car.

Katie entered the other vehicle arranged by Matteo. As their cars crossed paths, she caught a glimpse of Mitchel's profile. Even in imperfect light, his features struck her as a work of art. This sight made her clench her fists.

Katie found herself thinking about the two people she had encountered near the bathroom earlier. She realized she wasn't the only one eager to see Raegan out of the picture. With this thought, she relaxed her grip and leaned back comfortably in the seat.

The glow from a street lamp illuminated her face, which now bore a determined, almost fierce look. She was resolute. No one would take Mitchel from her.

In the other car, Matteo glanced over his shoulder. "Mr. Dixon, where to next?" he inquired.

Mitchel, massaging his temples wearily, replied in a subdued tone, “Just wait a moment." He was waiting for Raegan, who hadn't emerged yet.

Matteo, noticing the fatigue on Mitchel's face, couldn't help but feel concerned for Mitchel. He offered, "Should I get someone to drive you home, and I'll wait here?"

“No, don't bother," Mitchel replied, glancing at the exit and checking the time. He was expecting Raegan to have come out by now.

Worried, Mitchel instructed, "Go check on her. If she's in trouble, help her out directly."

Receiving the command, Matteo nodded and stepped out of the car.

Meanwhile, in the chamber, Raegan finished her water in one gulp. She had insisted she was driving herself and couldn't have any alcohol.

But truthfully, she just had a low alcohol tolerance. Without a trusted companion, she wouldn't drink in the company of strangers.

The dinner was lively, with everyone in high spirits. Cary, seeking to further brighten the mood, offered to play some games.

Leaving early seemed inappropriate for Raegan, as it might dampen the lively atmosphere.

While seated, Raegan started feeling dizzy and her heart began racing.

She tried to leave, but lost her balance as soon as she stood, breaking into a sweat.

Cary quickly summoned a waiter and assisted Raegan to the Lounge.

Once in the lounge, Raegan's headache intensified, and she suspected something was wrong. She reached for her phone to call Erick, only to realize she didn't have it with her. It must have been left on the table.

Raegan struggled to her feet, intending to ask the waiter for her phone. As she moved towards the door, it swung open.