Raegan did not want to meet him. But she had to pass by him since it was the only way to return to the chamber.

She tried to reassure herself. Mitchel seemed disinterested in her today, and he was never short of admirers. She doubted he would go out of his way to trouble her.

At this moment, she put on a facade of composure and began to make her way back.

As she approached Mitchel, he extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray and, to her surprise, blocked her path.

Raegan stopped in her tracks, faced the wall, and waited for him to walk over, But he stayed put and maintained his stance.

She lifted her gaze, and her heart raced when she met his icy stare.

Raegan tried, with all her might, to remain calm and composed.

“Excuse me."

“Where are you going?" Mitchel asked, which took her by surprise.

After a brief pause, Raegan replied lightly, “That's none of your business."

It was then that she realized Mitchel was not going to move an inch for her to pass by.

Not wanting to create a scene with him, especially in public, she tried to squeeze past the narrow space.

But as Raegan moved, Mitchel grabbed her thigh, nearly causing her to stumble. In a panic, she grabbed him for support.

To her shock, Mitchel pulled her into the men's restroom.

Raegan struggled and kicked him hard. Despite her struggles, she found herself against a cubicle door.

In the restroom of a luxurious seven-star hotel, the lighting was soft yet bright enough to illuminate the spacious area. A subtle fragrance lingered in the air.

Raegan caught her reflection on the glossy white porcelain wall. Her hair was disheveled, and she found herself tilting her head back involuntarily. On the other hand, Mitchel's attire remained impeccably neat, which highlighted her disarray.

“Mitchel, you're insane. Let me go!" Raegan bellowed, her eyes bloodshot in anger.

Mitchel grabbed her chin and forcefully tilted her face up to meet his eyes.

“Can't stay away from him, huh? What did Henley do to win you over?"