It was rumored that the Dixon Group was undergoing significant reforms, with Mitchel eliminating all of Alexis’ supporters.
At first, only a few stayed neutral. But once word of Mitchel’s disappearance spread, they quickly switched sides and joined Alexis’ side. Without Mitchel’s these wouldn’t have disappearance, people shown their true colors and been cleared out.
Now, Alexis and Henley were on their own in the company, and Mitchel could remove them in seconds. This seemed to explain why Mitchel appeared so self-assured and relaxed now.
As Raegan gazed at Mitchel’s handsome and striking face, a thought crossed her mind that maybe she had misjudged him from the start.
Maybe Mitchel didn’t face any extraordinary challenges. Perhaps his strange behavior was simply because his feelings for her had changed.
Raegan hesitated for a moment before walking over.
As Raegan walked up, Benson greeted her warmly, took her hand, and introduced her to Mitchel. “This is my friend’s daughter, Raegan Foster. She runs a studio in Ardlens. Mitchel, please look out for her in the future.”
Mitchel’s lips tightened slightly, his gaze lingering uncertainly as he replied, “Benson, I know her.”
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Raegan managed a smile, glad Mitchel didn’t attack straight into his usual sarcastic comments.
Benson, surprised yet pleased, exclaimed, “You know each other? That’s even better! Raegan is both stunning and talented.”
Benson was obviously unaware of their relationship, and his words hinted at trying to set them up, instantly making the atmosphere uncomfortable.
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Mitchel nodded casually and replied, “Yes, that’s right.” It was clear he didn’t want to pursue this topic any Longer.
Benson sensed the awkwardness. Although he admired Mitchel, he had no intention of forcing a connection between them.
Raegan noticed this and, worried that Benson’s good intentions might lead to an awkward situation, shifted the conversation. “Benson, how do you know Mr. Dixon?”
At Raegan’s way of addressing him, Mitchel’s hand tightened on his cup.
Raegan didn’t notice Mitchel’s reaction as she turned to look at Benson.
Benson responded with a smile, “We met at an art exhibition. Mitchel and I had a great conversation and we really connected.”
Benson’s friend across the table grinned and suggested, “Since you two have such a good connection, let’s toast to that.”
As he spoke, he raised his glass, prompting everyone to join in the toast.
Raegan’s glass was filled with grape juice, but it resembled wine.
Just as she was about to drink, Mitchel abruptly moved his arm, causing her glass to spill. He apologized with a flat expression, “Sorry.”
Raegan was left speechless. She poured herself another glass of grape juice from a special pitcher. Benson, knowing Raegan didn’t drink alcohol, had arranged for this pitcher, though others were unaware.
Just as Raegan was putting down the pitcher, Mitchel’s elbow unexpectedly lifted again.
“Clang!” This time, the pitcher Raegan was holding got knocked over.