Luis had coveted that rare yacht for quite some time, but it was a Limited edition worldwide, and he couldn't possibly afford it.

Mitchel pondered for a moment but didn't reject Luis' proposal. He simply replied, “Whatever.”

The phone call was answered shortly after. Luis put it on the speaker.

Suddenly, Luis' tone changed dramatically. With impressive acting skills, he said in a feigned panic, “Raegan, bad news! Mitchel spat out blood and passed out!"

On the other end of the phone, Raegan had already finished her evening routine and settled into bed. When she heard the news, her heart leaped with concern.

Anxiously, she asked, "What? How can that be? Where is he now? Did you call an ambulance? Please take him to the hospital. I'll head there immediately."

Listening to Raegan's panicked words, Luis looked at Mitchel with a victorious expression.

Mitchel's once stern expression instantly softened.

Luis continued his act.

"Mitchel had a bit too much to drink at the bar, and he started coughing up blood. It's clear he is not in the best shape. You should come as quickly as you can."

At this moment, Raegan was already dressed and had her hand on the doorknob, ready to leave.

However, Luis's last sentence made her pause.

It struck her that Mitchel's sour mood was probably related to Lauren.

She and Mitchel had just struck an agreement not to see each other except for divorce-related matters. In that case, the person he most likely wanted to see right now was Lauren.

“Take your time, and don't worry too much. I'll wait here for you,"

Luis urged.

When he was about to end the call, Raegan stopped him.

"Wait a minute, Luis."

She continued with a measured tone, "I'm not going there. Please take Mitchel to the hospital. If anything happens to him again, please contact Lauren directly. This really isn't my concern.”

Luis stammered, "But... Raegan, he's coughing up blood. Are you sure you don't want to come over?"