Behind the wheel, the driver wished he could just disappear.

Who would have thought that the decisive CEO of the Dixon Group would get smacked in the face by a soft woman?

It was the shocker of a lifetime for the driver. If he sold this story to one of those tabloids, he would get paid some good money.

But the driver had no intentions to do so. He loved his job. Besides, he didn't want to die like a fly.

The silence continued.

Mitchel carried an air of coldness, and his face became more somber.

His eyes were blazing red like that of a demon and his grip tightened.

Raegan panicked.

Judging by how demonic Mitchel looked now, he was going to strangle her to death.

"Mitchel... You bastard... Let go of me..."

Raegan's face turned crimson due to fear. Her words didn't come out straight.

Despite her words, Mitchel's anger was still boiling. He toyed with the idea of locking her up at home so she wouldn't be able to resist him because of another man.

When Raegan's face started turning white, Mitchel suddenly realized what he was doing and let her go.

Raegan coughed and gasped for air desperately.

Patting her chest, she collapsed on the seat.

She drank in great gulps of air, grasping the importance of the air.

Mitchel didn't seem to care that she was struggling.

He stared at her with deep and cold eyes as if he wanted to tear her apart with his bare hands.

Just when Raegan thought he was going to bully her again, he suddenly asked, “Raegan, why were you with him?"

Why? Raegan wanted to laugh.