Too disheartened to stay at the banquet any longer, Raegan returned to her car. Both her heart and feet were sore, and she felt overwhelmed. The more she thought about it, the more determined she became to confront Mitchel today, no matter the consequences. Even if it was overwhelming, she desired the truth.

With that determination, Raegan took action. Before leaving, she instructed her driver to hand her a glass of wine, which she then poured over herself. She also applied some rouge to her cheeks. She crafted the appearance of a disheveled, slightly intoxicated woman.

Upon reaching the Dixon Group Building, Raegan dismissed her driver.

The driver sought confirmation. "Miss, are you sure you don't want me to wait for you?"

"No, I'll get a ride later," Raegan confidently responded and walked into the underground passage, carrying the late-night snacks.

After entering the password, she noticed the exclusive elevator's code remained unchanged.

As the elevator ascended slowly, Raegan felt a surge of nerves, but there was no turning back now. She had to follow through since she had come this far.

The Dixon Group Building was deserted, except for the light still shining in the president's office.

Raegan stood outside the door, pondering how to greet them without seeming awkward or distant. She bolstered her courage, then pushed open the door and exclaimed loudly, "Surprise!"

The room fell silent.

Mitchel, seated at his desk, and the two executives beside him Looked at Raegan with puzzled expressions.

Raegan had not anticipated that Mitchel was genuinely busy.

The two executives seemed to assume Raegan as Mitchel's romantic interest. They wasted no time in fumbling for an excuse to depart.

After receiving a cool, detached look from Mitchel, Raegan nervously lowered her gaze and said, “Please go ahead with your work. I'll wait inside."

With that, Raegan took the snacks and made her way into the Lounge.

There was no turning back now. Having come this far, she could not leave without achieving something.

Raegan had not expected Mitchel's meeting to extend so long.

As the meeting dragged on, Raegan grew tired. Initially sitting upright on the sofa, she gradually slumped over and fell asleep. But the sofa was not a comfortable place to sleep.

Half-asleep and half-awake, Raegan barely opened her eyes and noticed a tall figure standing before her.

Suddenly, Raegan felt as if she had been transported back to the past. Instinctively, she reached up and curled her fingers around Mitchel's neck, her voice sleepy yet playful. “Why are you only now arriving? I've been waiting for you for so long."