"No!" The protest came swiftly from Raegan, her embarrassment not yet faded. Hadn't this experience been enough? How could he even consider repeating it?

Mitchel, ever the tease, gave her waist a playful pinch. "Why not? Wasn't I attentive to your comfort earlier?"

Raegan's cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "Stop teasing." She knew he was saying so deliberately. Amid the intimate moments just now, he insisted on having her moaning. Now, just thinking about it made her wish she could vanish.

Mitchel was aware that she'd had such a great time just now. She had let go of her inhibitions more than ever before. His approach had, in his view, paid off.

In Mitchel's opinion, if one partner remained reserved, only the other truly enjoyed the encounter. Encouraging Raegan to open up had made their moments together more fulfilling for both.

Reflecting on their shared experiences, Mitchel couldn't resist making another provocative suggestion, "Next time, why don't you come over at night? The view through the office's floor-to-ceiling windows is particularly striking after dark..."

The implication made Raegan's heart race, and she could barely stammer. "You..."

The elevator reached their floor and the doors opened. With a playful squeeze of her cheek, Mitchel took her hand. “Let's go."

Outside, they found Victor waiting by the car.

Victor had finished her duties and was back on watch. The previous bodyguards failed to enter certain places like the lady's restroom, making Victor's presence unreplaceable for Raegan's safety.

While Mitchel had his reservations about Victor, he recognized her proficiency in ensuring Raegan's safety.

Victor received a serious glance from Mitchel. "Keep your eyes open.”

Victor responded with a firm nod, "Understood, sir."

Mitchel lingered until Raegan's car was out of sight. Only then did he make his way back to the elevator.

As the elevator closed behind Mitchel, another vehicle discreetly trailed after Raegan's, maintaining a distance yet following her all the way to her villa.

This car, shrouded in secrecy, managed to capture some photographs before sending them off.

Far away, in a mansion overlooking the North Pacific, Davey reviewed the received photos with a click of his tongue. "She certainly takes after her mother," he noted, recalling Katie's grievances about Raegan being an obstacle.

His next command was chilling. "Make it seem accidental, but ensure it's clean."

Davey's motives weren't driven by any personal vendetta on behalf of Katie but rather his disdain for Casey's offspring with Mr. Foster.

When asked about Raegan's child, Davey's tone turned icy. "Handle them together."