Raegan complied, bringing him the water and draping a blanket over him as he lay on the sofa.

She then proceeded to her desk, activating the computer to review some documents.

Henley's presence in her space made her uneasy. She decided to immerse herself in work instead.

More than twenty minutes passed before Henley rose to leave.

Raegan, concerned, insisted on accompanying him downstairs and didn't return until she watched him drive off.

Henley, driving unhurriedly, spotted a black car Lurking in the shadows.

He intentionally stopped, lowered the window, and offered Mitchel a slight smile.

"What a coincidence, Mr. Dixon."

Mitchel's eyes turned icy, detecting Henley's challenge.

With a chilling grin, Mitchel retorted, "Henley, are you asking for trouble by provoking me repeatedly?"

"Joking, Mr. Dixon? With the might of the Dixon family, would I dare?"

Henley replied, his tone mocking as he removed his glasses, revealing his true, icy demeanor beneath the facade.

Mitchel's smile remained frosty as he warned, Keep your distance from Raegan if you're not looking for trouble."

Unfazed, Henley retorted, “Bossy, aren't you, Mr. Dixon? If Raegan chooses my company, why should I reject her? Besides..."

He paused, a sly glint in his eye.

"I understand why you can't let her go. I empathize with that sentiment."

With that, he drove off, leaving Mitchel with a thunderous scowl.

The night air was cool, yet Henley's spirits were high.

Originally, his aim was to usurp everything from Mitchel, and with Raegan's divorce, he had seemingly succeeded.

Yet, it became clear Mitchel hadn't relinquished his hold on Raegan, which piqued Henley's interest anew. His mind turned to darker thoughts of conquest.