The dim lights played off Mitchel's sharp features, enhancing his handsome appearance.

The girl flirted with her eyes. Mitchel responded with a relaxed, "Not bad."

Noticing his interest, the girl extended her hand with a smile and reminded him, "What about what you promised me?"

Their conversation flowed easily, making the bustling crowd around them seem like mere background.

Raegan gripped her hands tightly. Her nails dug into her palms as she fought to mask her growing unease.

Mitchel appeared indifferent, yet he was keenly aware of his surroundings, including Raegan's pallid complexion.

“Handsome, don't break your promise, or you'll embarrass me in front of my best friend." The girl pouted.

Mitchel, his long, slender fingers clasping a gilded business card, slowly raised it. Just as the girl reached for it, he teasingly withdrew his hand.

The girl spoke with a coquettish Lilt and a sweet tone. “Handsome, give it to me..."

The girl was experienced with men. She knew that the more serious they seemed, the more secretive their desires. Thus, she had developed methods for handling hypocritical men.

Yet, the refined Mitchel prompted the girl to display her most charming and seductive side. She bit her lip and pleaded sweetly, "Give it to me, please..."

Her voice carried a hint of desperation and suggestiveness, bordering on the inappropriate.

Raegan frowned, unable to bear the scene any longer. She stepped forward and took her seat. She hoped that by sitting down, the girl would cease her provocative behavior.

However, a moment later, Mitchel extend his fingers and slip the business card into the girl's cleavage.

Although such crude behavior was not unexpected in a bar, it still humiliated Raegan, sitting right next to Mitchel.

The girl was taken aback by Mitchel's actions. She had assumed that a man of his refined appearance would be more restrained. Blushing, she said shyly, "Handsome, you are so bad."

She covered her mouth and gave a coquettish look, pausing at just the right moment.

Mitchel's fingers had merely brushed the business card. He had not touched the girl directly. Yet, the girl's words made it seemed Like he had crossed a line.

Mitchel crossed his legs, smiled as if to agree, and asked lightly, "What? You don't like it?"

The girl's cheeks flushed at his direct question. She bit her lip and whispered, "I like it..."