Matteo's eyebrows furrowed.

Mitchel's wound had cracked earlier and the bandage was wet with blood.

“Mr. Dixon, your injuries..." Matteo protested, but Mitchel cut him off.

"Do it. Now."

In the back seat of the Bentley, Mitchel massaged his forehead.

“Did you review the security footage?

Matteo hesitated for a few seconds and then replied, "Yes. The footage shows Mrs. Dixon was picked up by a man."

Matteo knew that it was Henley who had carried Raegan away. However, he held his tongue, afraid to fan the flames of Mitchel's already volatile mood.

Mitchel stretched out his hand, and Matteo nervously handed over the tablet.

In an instant, the car's atmosphere plummeted to icy depths.

Smash! In a flash of anger, Mitchel hurled the tablet against the car's interior, shattering it into fragments.

When Raegan opened her eyes, she couldn't help frowning.

She looked around. The surrounding was modernist decor of black, white and grey. It didn't look familiar to her, but it was obviously a man's room.

Raegan was about to get up when she heard the door open.

“You're finally awake. How are you feeling now?" Henley said as he quickly walked over to help her sit up.

Raegan touched her forehead and asked in a hoarse voice, “Why am I here?"

“You've fainted. But the doctor said it was nothing serious. You were just too tired. You will be fine after taking some rest.

Unfortunately, I can't send you home because I don't know where you live. I have no choice but to take you to my home."

Raegan pursed her lips, still digesting the fact that she had woken up in another man's place.

Henley must have seen through her mind. He said apologetically, "Raegan, I'm sorry. I know it's not appropriate. I called Nicole to pick you up, but she was not answering her phone."