The woman, still on the floor, attempted to catch Mr. Ortega's attention with a sweet call, "Mr. Ortega!"

The woman felt her last bit of hope dwindled, yet she reached out for any remaining chance.

Mr. Ortega found the woman incredibly vexing. He knew angering Mitchel could lead to serious consequences. His face twisted in annoyance, and he pushed the woman aside with force. "Get lost! Bitch!"

Raegan didn't waste any time in catching a taxi.

Just as the taxi began to drive away, a voice echoed from behind.

“Raegan!"

The taxi driver glanced at Raegan in the rearview mirror, questioning, "Is that man calling out for you?"

Raegan's response was frosty. "No, let's just keep going." She was determined to avoid any further entanglement with Mitchel since she had said her pieces.

The driver followed her instructions and drove away.

Not long after, a sudden roar interrupted their way.

The taxi screeched to a stop.

Mitchel's car door flung open, revealing his determined figure.

The taxi driver, anxious, said, “Miss, this could be trouble.”

Mitchel approached the taxi, tapping on the window, trying to get inside. He glared at the driver, his voice cold. “Open the door."

The driver felt immense pressure. He never thought he'd be intimidated by a young man's stare.

Despite his nervousness, the driver stood firm, reassuring Raegan, “Don't worry. I won't let him in." His voice betrayed his fear.

The driver pulled out his phone, ready to make an emergency call in Mitchel's presence.

Raegan acknowledged the driver's kindness and didn't want to alarm him or cause trouble for him. So she reassured him, "Sir, relax.

He's someone I know."

"He's someone you know?" The driver was about to dial the number, but upon hearing this, he swiftly canceled the call.