Sweat broke out on Luis' forehead. He couldn't fathom what had prompted this sudden change of heart in Raegan, who had been so concerned just moments ago.

"Besides, I'm not a doctor. My presence wouldn't make any difference.

I apologize for the inconvenience caused, but that's my final decision," Raegan firmly declared.

With that, she ended the call.

Luis stared at his phone, dumbfounded.

His coveted yacht had just slipped through his fingers.

He couldn't accept it. He refused to give up. There was no way he would allow that to happen!

Determined to make one last attempt for that coveted yacht, Luis called Raegan again.

"Tonight, I have to win that yacht no matter what."

However, Raegan's phone could no longer be connected.

Luis received a message, saying, “Sorry, the number you have dialed is powered off."

Unyielding, Luis tried again. After five consecutive attempts to reach Raegan, Luis finally gave up on contacting her since she had already turned off her phone.

This made Luis rather speechless.

He muttered, “What could you have done to upset Raegan again? It doesn't make sense..."

The previous night, Raegan had been beside herself with worry when Mitchel had been rushed to the emergency room. So, Luis was convinced of Raegan's genuine concern for Mitchel.

With a resounding crash, Mitchel swept all the bottles and tea sets off the table.

His expression was even more horrible than that of Satan. His palms, now stained with blood from the shattered glass, seemed to be the least of his concerns.

"Bring me the alcohol," he demanded.

However, Luis couldn't bear to watch Mitchel indulge in alcohol. He signaled to the waiter not to serve him any more alcohol.

If Mitchel continued to drink like this, it could make him meet his demise.