Her words irked Mitchel, his hand tightening around the glass, nearly shattering it. He struggled to keep his composure, finding it hard to tolerate any baseless accusations directed at Raegan. He was agitated, knowing this wasn't a good sign.

Oblivious to Mitchel's darkened face, the woman stood up, brushing past Raegan on purpose. It was a clear challenge.

Raegan, repulsed, took a step back and offered a smile, remarking, "It seems you're not aware of who's truly pitiful here."

The woman's expression hardened. “What are you implying?"

Raegan's smile was faint. “Maybe I got it wrong. It seems you're fine with being a lover, so maybe my sympathy is misplaced."

The woman was stunned by Raegan's boldness, having assumed Raegan was one of her kind. Shouldn't Raegan be trying to win Mitchel back? How could Raegan insult her in Mitchel's presence?

"So what? Sure, Mr. Dixon may have flirted with me, but he's not interested in you!" The woman's fury twisted her features as she retorted without holding back, "And who's to say how many have flirted with you in secret? Drop the innocent act! You're no high-class prostitute..."

Fuming over how close her schemes could have made it earlier, only to be thwarted by Raegan, the woman Lifted her hand in a huff, prepared to hurl the drink at Raegan.

But Raegan caught the woman's wrist just in time. “Whether I'm respectable or not isn't your place to say," Raegan stated calmly.

Her wrist held by Raegan, the woman could only stare as Raegan tipped her hand, the drink she meant to pour at Raegan dousing herself instead.

After releasing the woman, Raegan watched as the glass clattered to the floor. “Just remember, careless words come with consequences," she cautioned.

The woman stood drenched and disheveled, her wrist throbbing. She was not sensible enough to read the room and continued to insult Raegan “I struck a nerve, huh? ALL you dolled-up ladies are just the same.."

"Enough!" Mitchel's voice cut through the air, deep and on the verge of erupting.

The woman smirked. "Looks like he's telling you to zip it Mitchel was beside himself with fury. What a moron this woman was!

He blurted out, "Idiot!"

Mr. Ortega, sensing the growing tension, regretted his decision to involve the woman, a choice he aimed to please Mitchel instead of upsetting him. Attempting to diffuse the situation, he joked, “Well, Mr. Dixon's allure is really irresistible. See, these two stunning women are vying for his attention. That's something most of us can only dream of!"

The room filled with laughter at Mr. Ortega's attempt to lighten the mood.

The laughter and jesting continued around them.

“It's a rare sight indeed."

"Sure, if Mr. Dixon weren't here, maybe the rest of us would stand a chance. But with him around, we're all out of luck."