"It's possible."

Raegan bit her lip and ventured, "Mitchel, I have fifty billion. My dad told me it's the money my mom left for me. Maybe you could use $5."

Mitchel caught onto her suggestion, a small smile appearing on his face. "So, you're offering me your money, yet you still deny ‘saving your husband'?"

He gently pinched her chin, teasing, "You're not being honest."

Raegan's expression turned serious. “I'm totally serious."

Knowing how proud Mitchel was, she quickly added, “Think of it as a loan from me."

Mitchel struggled to hold back a laugh. He said jokingly, "This is quite the favor. Looks like I have to work hard to ensure you have an orgasm every time we get intimate, huh?"

Raegan felt her cheeks warm up. "No one's asking you for anything in return!"

Mitchel's expression softened, and he looked at her intently. "Is it because you were quite satisfied with me just now?"

"Oh, why can't you ever be serious?" Raegan complained, hiding her face in the pillow.

Mitchel felt his heart fill with warmth. He leaned closer and wrapped his arms around her slim waist. "Can't you just have a little faith in me?"

Raegan turned around abruptly. "Did you play along just to turn the table at a certain time?"

Mitchel kissed her on the forehead, his voice calm. “Just trust me, okay?"

Raegan did trust Mitchel. After all, his competence was well beyond anyone at the Dixon Group. The idea of impeaching Mitchel today had seemed as absurd as side dishes trying to replace the main course.

It was completely ridiculous. Without Mitchel, the Dixon Group would definitely be in trouble.

After some more chatting, Raegan curled up in Mitchel's arms and drifted off to sleep.

Late into the night, Mitchel watched Raegan's peaceful face with a loving gaze for a long time.

Then, he silently got out of bed and left the bedroom.

He took out his phone and made a call.

Whatever the response from the other end, Mitchel replied in a deep voice, “Not everyone's fallen for it yet. Keep baiting them!"