Although her words about being with Henley were nothing but to provoke Mitchel, Raegan refused to admit it.

She had made the mistake of falling in love with him before, and she wouldn't compound it with another one.

With a faint smile playing on her lips, Raegan looked him in the eye and asked back, "Mr. Dixon, what are you to me now? Do you think I'd risk my reputation just to upset you?"

For a moment, Mitchel's face Lost color. Then, with his brows creased into a frown, he snarled, “Raegan, your body doesn't lie."

Raegan tilted her head, pursed her lips, and nodded in agreement.

"I won't deny it. I did feel something just now."

Mitchel's expression shifted slightly, and his mood was lifted.

But then, Raegan smirked and added, “But let's be clear, Mr. Dixon.

It was your kissing skills. Nothing more."

She bent down to retrieve her purse, pulled out two bills, and tucked them into Mitchel's collar.

“Is two hundred dollars enough for your services?"

Mitchel's attractive features immediately took on a shadowed cast.

Raegan scoffed.

"I refuse to order any dish that costs more than two hundred dollars."

This was a first for her to voice such words, yet it was Mitchel who had shown her disrespect first.

Despite knowing the significance of the occasion, he had ripped her dress and demeaned her in the men's restroom. Did he ever pause to consider her emotions?

Hence, Raegan resolved to not just retaliate but to shame him even greater than the slight he dealt her.

“Raegan!" Enraged, Mitchel's expression turned thunderous as he bellowed.

“What? Does it anger you? Mr. Dixon, is this the extent of your control?"

Clutching her chest, Raegan laughed lightly.