"Ah..." Caught off guard, the girl responded, “Are you asking me?"

Mitchel folded his hands and fixed his gaze on the girl, full of intrigue.

The girl smiled with tears, replying, “My name is Amilia Wilson.”

Mitchel raised his eyebrows slightly and echoed, “Amilia?"

Quick to confirm, the girl spelled out, "Yes, A-M-I-L-I-A. Amilia."

“amilia." Mitchel smiled and said, "Nice name."

Mitchel signaled a waiter, flashed a black card, and instructed, “Apply for a membership for Amilia."

Amilia was so astonished that her mouth hung open. A membership to this club required assets exceeding 100 million dollars for eligibility. It granted access to all relevant upscale dining and leisure facilities. Only with the membership could she secure a reservation.

The membership was not merely a marker of wealth but also a symbol of elite status. It was a dream for many, Amilia included. She had never imagined that she might actually possess such a membership in her lifetime.

Overwhelmed with joy, Amilia's voice trembled as she stammered, “Thank you... Thank you..."

Mitchel simply smiled and said, "Go ahead."

With a burst of happiness, Amilia followed the waiter to process her membership. Before she left, she cast a venomous glance at Raegan while Mitchel was distracted.

To Raegan, that look felt like a slap across her face. Moments earlier, she had threatened to expose Amilia's lack of membership.

Yet, within seconds, Mitchel had granted Amilia a membership. This was more than just a slap in the face. It felt like a series of deliberate, agonizing cuts through her heart.

Sitting motionless, Raegan's face drained of color, feeling as if she had swallowed a stone. She ventured, her voice tinged with discomfort, "Mitchel, you don't believe me?"

Mitchel, without glancing her way, responded with nonchalance, "Miss Foster, you're reading too much into it.”

At that moment, Raegan felt the absurdity of the situation. She felt she didn't recognize him anymore. She wondered, to force her surrender, what other measures he might employ.

Unable to remain seated, Raegan was about to leave when Benson and his friend returned. They had been caught up in conversation with some old acquaintances nearby, oblivious to the unfolding drama.

Approaching with two well-dressed young men, Benson introduced them to Raegan with enthusiasm. "“Raegan, meet the sons of my closest friends. They're trustworthy fellows. Currently working overseas, they plan to return to Ardlens eventually. It's good for you to network. After all, you're all the future of our community."

Observers with a keen sense of awareness would realize Benson's intent to match Raegan with a potential suitor.