Chapter 839

Chapter 839:

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Raegan laughed softly to herself. After all, it was none of his business. Mitchel hadn't even bothered to say hello, and perhaps some questions were better left unanswered. Perhaps it would be better if they remained unknown.

"Mitchel." A woman's thin arm linked with Mitchel's. «The dishes are ready. Let's eat together.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

Raegan's steps stopped abruptly. Mitchel didn't particularly like the dishes at that restaurant, but there he was with Katie, probably fueling tomorrow's gossip columns with their public display of affection.

Katie felt Mitchel's coldness chill her to the bone, but she held her ground effortlessly. She doubted Mitchel would reject her in Raegan's presence.

As Katie expected, Mitchel didn't pull away. Instead, he responded in an even tone, “Okay.”

Mitchel then began to walk away. Katie wasn't about to let the moment end. He paused, pretending to notice Raegan was nearby.

“Miss Foster?” Katie's voice carried a tone of mock surprise as she stepped forward. «Are you having dinner here? Why don't you join us?

Although Katie's invitation was bubbly, Raegan wasn't fooled. By clinging to Mitchel's arm, Katie had already seen her. This invitation was clearly a show.

What really surprised Raegan was Katie's current appearance. Although not impressive, the previous Katie was far from simple. Typically dressed in designer clothing, Katie presented herself as a refined and dignified socialite. Now, it may have been the pregnancy, but her face looked pale and drawn. Her makeup was chipped, unable to hide the dark spots beneath.

This was in stark contrast to Katie's flawless image that the news often portrayed. She had probably been enhanced because the Dixon Group, which was the first to report on her, naturally wanted the CEO's wife to look good. Pregnancy really changed Katie.

Raegan wasn't interested in seeing his display of affection. He responded nonchalantly, “Thank you, but I'm here with a friend.”

The surprise in Raegan's eyes didn't go unnoticed by Katie. He grabbed Mitchel's hand tightly without realizing it.

If looks could kill, Katie's at that moment was lethal, especially after seeing Raegan's face, soft and delicate like a fragile eggshell.

Jealousy and resentment boiled inside Katie. Why did her pregnancy have to make her look so unattractive? She cursed the baby inside her for taking away her beauty. Yet there was Raegan, stunning as always, her eyes full of emotion, seemingly trying to charm on purpose.

Katie was fuming.

But Raegan paid no attention to Katie, oblivious to her vicious thoughts.

Seeing Mitchell not pushing Katie away, their arms linked, Raegan felt a wave of nausea and disgust wash over her.

Erick had brought up the stalled investigation into the Janey and Annis kidnapping case. They had finally located a thug linked to the kidnappers, but just as they were going to interrogate him, a lawyer intervened and the thug disappeared. They later discovered that the lawyer was related to the Dixon Group.

Raegan had long suspected Katie's role in the kidnappings. How else would Luciana know where the kidnappers were? It had to be because of the information Luciana obtained in exchange for satisfying Katie's demands.

Now, with Luciana unavailable and those kidnappers dead, the fact that the brain remained unharmed seemed to be solely due to Mitchel. If he decided to protect someone, he was untouchable.

Feeling increasingly uncomfortable, Raegan tried to leave, but was stopped by Katie's outstretched hand. «Miss Foster, regarding the dress you designed for me, I approved the sketch today. Have you seen it?

Raegan was surprised by the abrupt change of subject. At first, Katie's deposit seemed to be a mere attempt to embarrass her, and there had been no follow-up or confirmation since, leaving the issue hanging.

Now, determined to turn shame into reality, Katie wouldn't let it go. I had my wedding dress made last year. Could you make me a couple of casual suits for the honeymoon and maybe two suits for my husband too?

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