Victor quickly said, "Miss, this guy dared to lay a hand on me, so I gave him a beating!"

The moment those words were said, everyone's faces lit up with various expressions.

The part of Matteo's face that wasn't swollen turned red. He'd never seen a woman so bold and skilled in fighting before. And he didn't mean to do so!

Mitchel looked at Matteo with deep eyes, making Matteo feel nervous.

Matteo explained quickly, "That's not how it happened. She grabbed the steering wheel out of nowhere while I was driving her here, and I wasn't paying attention..

“It was you who kept driving me around in circles on purpose!"

Victor said coldly, "My master believes that when a man leads a woman around in circles, he has bad intentions and harmful motives!"

Matteo was left without words. He felt utterly misunderstood! ALL he wanted was to give Mitchel and Raegan some extra time to bond. How could that be seen as having bad intentions toward Victor?

Matteo glanced at Victor's chest, which lacked curves, and said, "I'm not into flat chests."

Victor was left speechless.

Raegan couldn't help but think the beating was well-deserved!

Matteo met Victor's murderous eyes and quickly averted his eyes. He glanced at Mitchel, ready to talk, but his voice tightened. "Mr. Dixon, your shoulder..."

ALL eyes turned on Mitchel's shoulder. noticing the brown stains of blood on his black suit.

Raegan's face turned pale. His wound clearly came from the glass Lauren had hurled at her moments ago.

The wound being on his shoulder, coupled with Mitchel's endurance for pain, Mitchel didn't wince in pain, leading none noticed his pain until Matteo remarked.

Raegan moved closer to inspect the wound, her voice tight with concern. “Why didn't you speak up when you got hurt?" Her tone clearly showed her anxiety.

Mitchel said with a scratchy voice, “It's no big deal."

Raegan stared at his bleeding blood, her eyes turning red, her brows furrowed. “You're bleeding a lot, and you say it's nothing."

Then, she grabbed his wrist and insisted, “We're going to the hospital, no arguments."

A ripple of warmth welled up inside his heart, but Mitchel still acted tough. "No need. You can just help me rub some ointment on it."