Chapter 374

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Mitchel looked at Raegan with a serious expression and said, "I don't like to leave situations empty-handed." If you let me do the same to you, I will delete the recording right away.

Raegan was momentarily speechless. «You wish!» He gritted his teeth in frustration. He had just started to think highly of Mitchel when he was with Janey before. But now, he was making this shameless request.

Mitchel looked down to hide his determination. "Alright. No rush. Take your time to think about it."

Mitchel was willing to do whatever it took to get Raegan back. He would try any tactic as long as it worked. In any case, he was not willing to give her up.

The next morning, Raegan received a document from Erick, who was even in Swynborough. It was something about Cary.

Flipping through the document, Raegan formulated a plan and began to prepare. She sat at the dressing table and applied some concealer to hide the circles under her eyes.

The more concealer he used, the more his anger heated up.

It was all Mitchel's fault. How had I been able to record it all and even send him a copy? She had been so embarrassed that she hadn't slept a wink all night. She felt more distressed than having compromising photos in someone else's possession.

Victor picked Raegan up at the door and then informed her of his findings. "Miss, a little bird told me that Cary's wife plans to hold a press conference at ten to target you."

"Alright. "We can handle it." This time, Raegan swore to herself that she would make the scum pay.

Just then, his phone rang. It was Matteo with something intriguing to share.

“Mr. Dixon said he would let you handle this on your own,” Matteo got straight to the point.

"Understood. Send him my thanks,” Raegan responded.

"Mr. Dixon insists on facts over words," Matteo responded.

Reading that, Raegan was surprised. He gritted his teeth and typed: Tell him to go fuck himself. She wasn't going to let Mitchel take advantage of her.

Arriving at the place where Cary's wife was holding the press conference, Raegan felt a hand grab her arm. He turned to see a woman with vibrant red lips, sunglasses, and luscious curly hair.

“Nell?” Raegan uttered in disbelief.

"Someone dares to mess with my best friend, so I have to teach them a lesson, don't you think?" Nell stated confidently. Nell was actually Nicole's alias, which she used to avoid Jarrod in the past.

Nicole and Raegan had previously fought side by side against some gangsters while they were out of the country.

"What a joy to have you here!" Raegan declared happily and entered the premises with Nicole.

Neither Raegan nor Nicole noticed that Mitchel, Luis, and Jarrod had entered behind them.

Inside, in the exhibition center, a large charity auction was being held, attracting many famous and esteemed guests. Mitchel, Luis and Jarrod were among those in attendance.

Like someone with keen eyesight, Luis spotted Raegan's figure and asked, "Isn't that Raegan?"

Mitchel was not surprised. He had known Raegan would be here. The information Matteo had gathered was enough for him to take care of Cary's wife.

Luis raised an eyebrow and commented, “Doesn't that woman over there look familiar to you? Reminds me of…”

Luis racked his brain, trying to remember who the girl was. And when he realized who it was, he didn't dare say his name out loud.

Jarrod, don't you look like Miss Lawrence?

As soon as Luis said these words, Nicole, who was next to Raegan, took off her sunglasses and turned around. Her red lipstick accentuated her attractiveness.

"Fuck!" Luis exclaimed, his face contorted in surprise. But what the hell?

How was it possible? Nicole was dead...

Luis was too stunned to say another word. He turned around, wanting to see Jarrod's expression, but he had disappeared without a trace.

Meanwhile, following Raegan, Nicole was about to enter the elevator.

Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed Nicole's wrist as if to crush her hand.

Nicole turned her head and came face to face with a man whose demeanor was as icy as his expression. An intimidating aura surrounded him.

“Nicole!” Jarrod yelled. His eyes were red and he was holding Nicole's wrist tightly as if he wanted to consume her. Then his thin lips parted and he repeated the name: “Nicole!”

Nicole was wearing a sexy black dress. She was thin, but her figure was voluptuous and seductive.

Jarrod couldn't take his eyes off Nicole's face. He knew she had come back alive, but seeing her in the flesh made every breath sting.

The pain was nothing less than what Jarrod had felt five years ago when he cradled the lifeless body he assumed was Nicole's in his arms. Night after night, that memory and the agony it caused tormented him.

Now, looking back, Jarrod found his actions ridiculous. Nicole had tricked him with a body that could not be identified.

After meeting Nicole that night, Jarrod had the body's DNA tested, but it didn't match anyone in the national database. It seemed that Nicole had used the corpse of an unknown homeless man to trick him once again.

Thinking about how that heartless woman had deceived him filled Jarrod with a burning rage. He wanted to lash out at her, but for some reason he couldn't suppress the desire to hug her.

His heart hurt unbearably. Jarrod was sure that not even the pain of a thousand arrows could equal this torment.

Nicole, for her part, showed no sign of surprise when she saw Jarrod. He simply raised an eyebrow and asked, "Could you free me, Mr. Schultz?" His tone was cold and distant, as if he hadn't fooled Jarrod with that body.

Nicole was strangely calm, as if there was no bad blood between her and Jarrod.

Jarrod was taken aback by her calm demeanor. I couldn't understand how she could be so calm after all.

Clenching his jaw, Jarrod asked in a measured tone, “Nicole, do you really enjoy tricking me like this?”

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