Luis, seated nearby, couldn't resist jesting, "You've transformed into the epitome of a devoted husband. It's almost too perfect. I'm getting goosebumps."

“Enough with the banter," Mitchel retorted frostily.

“What are your thoughts on the Watts family situation?" Jarrod inquired, cutting right to the chase.

“I endorse the project since it's a quasi-philanthropic initiative, aligning seamlessly with the Dixon Group's future trajectory,"

Mitchel said plainly.

"There are myriad charitable endeavors. Why opt for one involving Roscoe? Are you attempting to fracture our fraternity?" Jarrod's tone turned frosty.

Mitchel maintained his silence.

Luis attempted to diffuse the tension. "Come on, gentlemen. It's been six months since we last gathered, and you're already at odds? Let's keep it light."

Luis served drinks for Mitchel and Jarrod, remarking, "You're at my place to unwind. No business discussions allowed."

But Mitchel declined, pushing the drink aside. “Raegan prohibits me from drinking."

Luis was rendered speechless. With a dramatic sigh, he exclaimed, "Mitchel, you're hopeless! You came here solely to flaunt your happiness."

“If I drink, I won't be allowed to share a bed with her tonight,”

Mitchel replied calmly.

"Enough!" Luis exclaimed, clutching his chest in mock agony. “We understand you're under the thumb. Stop flaunting it.”

Undeterred by Luis' jests, Mitchel locked eyes with Jarrod. "Jarrod, you've always been my pal, but I cannot condone your business practices. Roscoe's project benefits the public. Regardless of your motives, suppressing him is unjust."

Jarrod retorted, "And what would you know?"

Mitchel said evenly, "I understand you assume my stance is influenced by Nicole's request to Raegan, right?" He knew very well that Jarrod's irritation stemmed from Nicole's involvement.

"Yet, have you contemplated why Nicole is inclined to assist Roscoe?"

Mitchel posed the question.

Jarrod fell silent, pondering.