After ending the call, Raegan touched the photo on the tablet, a warm look in her eyes.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, inside a study. Katie, looking sharp in a suit and her hair pulled back into a high ponytail, seemed authoritative.

Abel informed her, "Miss, someone from Crescent's team reached out to the studio, wanting to buy back the exhibit for a hefty sum."

“Interesting.” Katie couldn't help but laugh disdainfully. “So, this is the woman Mitchel is interested in. It turns out she's nothing but a show, with no real substance, relying completely on plagiarized honors."

The more Katie dwelled on it, the angrier she became. What was so special about Raegan, so worthless, yet Mitchel treated her like she was a treasure?

Katie, known for her sharp business expertise and remarkable tenure as the Dixon Group's vice president, had initiated numerous mutually beneficial projects for the Dixon Group.

Her family had reaped the most rewards, but she had also generated significant profits for the Dixon Group. She couldn't fathom why Mitchel cast her aside after benefiting from her hard work.

A steely glint appeared in her eyes as Katie gave Abel her orders, "Have the studio take her offer, sell it for a high price, and then spread the word again, making sure to drag Arthen Entertainment into it. Don't worry about the cost. Just make sure they're the talk of the town for at least half an hour.”

Katie was making a clever move. By involving Arthen Entertainment, with its numerous celebrities implicated, they'd be forced to step in and clear the situation. This meant that even if Mitchel tried to bury the story, it wouldn't stay hidden.

Abel nodded in approval.

As Katie rose, a sudden wave of dizziness hit her, causing her to sway and nearly fall.

Just then, Abel rushed over and caught her in his arms. “Please, take a moment to rest," he suggested, his worry evident.

Abel's muscular build gave Katie a sense of security.

Holding onto his neck, truly feeling dizzy, Katie agreed with a nod.

Abel, treating Katie with the utmost care, gently carried her up to the bedroom. He maintained complete respect for her the whole time, careful not to cross any boundaries. To him, Katie was his master, and without her commands, he wouldn't even think of anything else or display even a hint of assumption.

Catching a glimpse of Katie's bare legs, Abel's cheeks reddened, and he quickly stammered, “I'll go now."

"Wait." Katie stopped him, her voice calling him back.

Resting on the bed like royalty, Katie commanded, "Massage my head."

Abel quickly knelt down. The usually rough and unrefined Abel now massaged Katie's head gently.

Even though Abel hailed from the Dark Island, he was among the rare assassins with a clean soul. He always appeared fresh and odor-free, never smelling of sweat. Additionally, his body hair was notably dense, giving off a distinctively masculine aroma.