She pulled her hand away and demanded, “Let go of me."

Although Mitchel's heart ached, he complied. However, he stepped in front of the door and blocked her path.

He asked in a Low voice, “Raegan, can't you at least tell me why you moved?"

"Why should I tell you?" Raegan asked, her confusion mingled with annoyance. She couldn't fathom how he always managed to locate her, no matter where she went.

She pulled out her phone and displayed a picture, her voice laced with sarcasm as she said to Mitchel, “Mr. Dixon, are you familiar with this divorce certificate?"

Unexpectedly, Mitchel's face darkened at the sight of the photo.

He never thought she would keep a photo of their divorce certificate on her phone to wield against him at any moment.

It was a ruthless move that cut deep.

Mitchel felt heartbroken. He looked at her and said, “Raegan, don't do this to me."

"The same to you." Raegan's use of the word only seemed to create a greater distance between them.

“We are already divorced. Mr. Dixon, I don't understand why you're still acting this way. Is it for fun? Is the Dixon Group about to go bankrupt? Why are you so idle?"

Mitchel was speechless with anger.

Raegan turned away and headed upstairs, with Mitchel following closely behind.

She stopped, looked at him, and said, “Stop following me."

But Mitchel remained resolute, meeting her eyes with determination.

When the elevator doors opened, Raegan stepped inside. She stared into Mitchel's eyes and warned him, “If you keep following me, I'll have no choice but to call the police."

Without hesitation, she pressed the elevator button.

As the doors were about to close, a hand pushed through, forcing them to reopen.

Mitchel's handsome face exuded cold determination. He wasted no time, pressing Raegan against the elevator wall and kissing her passionately.

Her lips were delicate, and her waist was far too slender. Mitchel held her and stood a safe distance from the elevator walls, afraid that the cold might hurt her.