When Kyle heard Lauren's request, his jaw practically hit the floor.

He shoved her away and protested, "I agreed to help you find out about Mr. Dixon's schedule, but there's no way I'll do something Like this for you. If Mr. Dixon ever finds out, I'm toast."

Raegan had taught him a lot when they were colleagues. She was patient with him and even gave him advice on how to work with Mr. Dixon. If it was not for her guidance, he would not have been promoted and able to work under Matteo.

However, Lauren's recent request crossed a line. There was no way he would compromise his principles, especially not for something that could harm Raegan.

Lauren's mood plummeted. Pissed after being pushed by Kyle, she slapped him across the face, leaving a red imprint on his cheek.

"So what's it gonna be? You wanna go to prison?" she warned.

Kyle's resolve wavered. He was the breadwinner for his family, and prison was not an option.

“Fine, I'll help you for the last time," he muttered under his breath.

Lauren silently laughed at Kyle's stupidity. Once he walked into her trap, she would hold on to him as long as he proved useful.

This man thought that this was a one-time favor? What an idiot.

Lauren brushed Kyle's chest in a seductive manner and enticed him.

"Kyle, I'm not quite satisfied yet. Let's continue, shall we?"

As she reached orgasm, Lauren's face twisted in a macabre blend of delight, hate, and sheer malevolence.

Just you wait, Raegan. That was what Lauren had in mind.

As soon as they arrived in Tenassie, Raegan made a beeline for a flower shop and picked up a large bouquet. Then, she headed straight for the cupcake shop.

The shop owner recognized Raegan immediately. It was not every day that someone as stunning as Raegan walked in.

The shop owner handed over the box of cupcakes with a smile.

"Here you go, miss. This cake was just baked this morning, and the other one's on us. Red bean is your favorite, right? They're all yours, and I hope you enjoy them instead of crying."

When Mitchel heard the owner's words, he felt a little flustered. He reached for his card and said, “Please, charge it to this.”

The shop owner awkwardly said, “I'm sorry, sir. We only accept cash.”