Meanwhile, Mitchel's black car started moving. Without hesitation, Victor chased after it.

Matteo stood there, utterly stunned. He couldn't believe how fast she was going. She was almost catching up with the car.

After running a short distance, Victor turned back, and this time, she addressed Matteo with more courtesy, “Hey there."

Matteo tried to reassure Victor that there was no need to worry.

However, the next moment, Victor brandished a sharp knife, holding it pointed at Matteo's neck. "Follow the car! I need to see Miss Foster!"

Matteo remained silent. Victor's politeness didn't last long.

Matteo's background in the special forces had honed his combat skills, making him proficient in hand-to-hand combat. However, in this instance, he had mistaken Victor for Raegan's assistant, so he made the mistake of letting his guard down.

His reflexes kicked in as he grasped the dagger with his fingers and simultaneously swerved his head to evade the attack.

Witnessing Matteo's combat skills, Victor became vigilant and launched herself at him.

Victor's every move was calculated to subdue her opponent. On the other hand, Matteo, considering his opponent was Raegan's bodyguard, refrained from delivering fatal blows and held back to some extent.

After a few rounds, Matteo found it challenging to fight. He aimed to best his opponent without killing her. It was an ordeal for him.

“Stop! I'll take you to her!" Matteo said while panting.

Matteo was aware of the reason Mitchel had whisked Raegan away. Not wanting Victor to worry about Raegan and potentially report to Erick, Matteo opted for a compromise. He agreed to take Victor to Raegan.

In a luxury vehicle, the driver raised the partition to provide privacy.

Raegan reclined in her seat, her face contorted with anger. Thinking of Katie's phone call and that annoyingly haughty tone, she found it increasingly difficult to contain her fury. How she wished she could put an end to the overbearing Mitchel right then and there.

At this point, Raegan had no desire to engage in conversation with Mitchel. Her indignation was so intense that she wanted to exit the vehicle as soon as possible.

Noticing her intentions, Mitchel leaned forward and rested his arms on both sides of the seat.

"Is it really so hard to spend time with me?" he asked with bitterness in his voice. Why did Raegan appear so content when in the company of other men? And why did she seem so eager to leave the car when they were together?

Hearing his words, Raegan shot him an incredulous look and demanded, “Mr. Dixon, what are you saying?"

"I just want to talk to you."