Henley's tone, soft and gentle over the phone, invited Raegan to reach out if she ever needed help.

Feeling a wave of guilt wash over her, Raegan found Henley's kindness a stark contrast to Mitchel's demeanor, Like comparing an angel's grace to a mere mortal's.

An apology slipped from her lips to Henley once more, unbeknownst to her that Henley stood at the hotel's entrance, eyes tracking the taxi that took her away.

A chill flickered in his gaze, belied by the silky smoothness of his voice that said, "Rest well, Raegan."

Then he ended the call.

The warmth in Henley's smile faltered for a heartbeat.

He had entertained thoughts of treating Raegan with tenderness, yet Mitchel had once again outmaneuvered him, prompting Henley to quicken his pace.

Meanwhile, Mitchel had made his way to a bar after leaving the hotel.

Luis was there, becoming slightly drunk after a few drinks with Mitchel.

Holding a cigarette between his fingers, Luis commented, “It looks like your father keeps close tabs on you. He arranged a blind date the moment he learned about your divorce."

Mitchel, his face expressionless, inquired, "Have you located that woman?"

Luis, shaking his head, responded, “She's vanished without a trace.

Could she be dead?"

Mitchel remained silent for a moment, then added, “Even if she's gone, the child might still be alive. Now, Alexis is hell-bent on amassing wealth, probably for that bastard."

"Your father's been covering that child's tracks well. You'll need to play along for now and wait for his slip-up."

With a subdued tone, Luis added, “I'm not entirely convinced that they never make contact with each other."

Mitchel stayed silent, continuing to drown himself in drink.

As Mitchel downed his drinks, Luis teased, “What's wrong? Things didn't go well with your ex-wife?"

The mention of Raegan caused a visible shift in Mitchel's expression, a blend of indifference and a deeper, darker brooding.

Observing this, Luis's curiosity piqued.