Down the hall, Raegan had only taken a few steps when a voice stopped her.

“Raegan." Henley walked up slowly, his face showing a trace of pity.

"My condolences."

To Henley, Raegan seemed to be fighting a losing battle. With Mitchel out of the picture, no one could stop his plans. He was ready to overpower any opposition that tried to stand in his way.

Raegan ignored Henley, her expression unreadable. "Move," she said sharply.

Henley didn't move, forcing Raegan to try to walk past him. However, he quickly grabbed her arm, stopping her.

“The Dixon Group will be mine," Henley announced, smiling cunningly.

Raegan jerked her arm away, looking him straight in the eye. “In your dream," she said forcefully.

"Are you still deluding yourself?" Henley's face contorted with anger at her distant attitude. His grip tightened on her arm. "Still upset that I'm illegitimate? Now that Mitchel is gone, that doesn't matter.

I'm the only rightful heir to the Dixon Group. I can give you everything he promised, and more!

Raegan's gaze grew colder as she faced Henley. "He's not dead,” she said coldly.

"Don't kid yourself. He couldn't have survived that. Why do you keep deceiving yourself?" Henley's tone dropped. "Why don't you try to let me take care of you? I'd treat you so much better than he ever did..."

"Smack!" The slap echoed sharply through the air, striking Henley's face with force.

"Mitchel's alive!" Raegan hissed sharply, her voice low and threatening. "Say that again, and next time it'll be more than just your cheek."

Anger flared on Henley's face. He glared at Raegan for a moment before suddenly grabbing her wrist and pushing her against the rough wall.

"Have you lost touch with reality?" Henley was close enough for Raegan to feel his warm breath on her cheek. "Mitchel is dead. You're in my care now. Behave, and perhaps I'll consider being merciful."

Fury exploded in Raegan's eyes, scorching crimson. She tried to free her other hand to strike Henley, but he was quick to grasp it, effectively restraining her.

Henley pinned both her hands against the wall, his position dominating. A malicious grin formed on his lips. “It looks Like gentle persuasion isn't your thing. Maybe I should try something a bit more direct?"

With one hand, Henley secured her wrists. With the other, he tilted her chin upward, his voice casual. "Let's play a game. One slap from you, one kiss from me. Think carefully about your next move."

Raegan shook with fury. “How dare you treat me this way? Did you ever think about Mitchel?"