“Once, a Dixon Group insider stated seriously that Mr. Dixon had criticized the Glyn family’s unethical transactions in a meeting. Following that, the Glyn family’s stock took a nosedive. But as we see, rumors are just that. With the rumors now cleared, the Glyn Group’s profits are climbing once more. They say behind every great man is a great woman, and it seems Mr. Dixon, a titan of finance, truly adores Miss Glyn. And there’s news that Miss Glyn is pregnant…”
Elin slammed her laptop shut. She was relieved that she had finally turned off this damn computer. “Raegan…” she began, unsure of what to say next.
Elin’s curiosity about Mitchel’s high-profile wedding was the only reason she had been browsing.
Raegan responded calmly, “It’s okay.”
Raegan then opened a file and said, “Could you reach out to the client and check if he’s okay with this change?”
After a lengthy discussion about work, Raegan remained composed.
Elin felt a bit eased. She wasn’t sure if Raegan had truly let it go or was just pretending everything w
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as fine.
When it came to feelings, comfort from others often wasn’t enough.
One need to move on.
Raegan went back to her office and tried to keep busy, but found herself unable to focus. News of Mitchel’s upcoming marriage still affected her deeply.
She stood up and walked over to the window, hoping the sight of the greenery would soothe her. However, her heart was still in chaos, and she found no peace.
After knocking, Matteo entered Mitchel’s office.
Mitchel was slumped back in his chair, looking exhausted.
Matteo reported, “Mr. Dixon, Mr. Erick Foster is here to see you.”
Mitchel raised his eyebrows. “Erick?”
“Yes, I didn’t say you were here,” Matteo added quickly. He chose not to mention that Erick seemed furious, as if ready for a confrontation.
In Matteo’s view, it was best if Erick and Mitchel avoided each other for now. Mitchel seemed too fragile to handle any more stress.
Yet, Mitchel ordered, “Take him to the reception room. I’ll head there soon.”
Matteo wanted to persuade Mitchel, but ultimately, he just nodded and agreed, “Okay.”
When Mitchel stepped into the reception room, he found Erick standing by the window, leafing through a Dixon corporate yearbook.
“Erick,” Mitchel called out as he always did.
Erick turned around, his face noticeably cold. “Mr. Dixon, I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I don’t recall having anything to do with you.”
Before Mitchel could reply, Erick scoffed. “There’s no need to address me that way anymore. Just look at what you’ve caused.”
Despite Erick’s harsh words, Mitchel maintained a composed and indifferent expression, showing no sign of embarrassment.