Chapter 911

Chapter 911:

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«Because I don't like you. And there doesn't have to be a reason for it,” Raegan responded, unyielding in the face of his anger.

Henley, increasingly frustrated, insisted: "I'm not ugly. Many women are after me. So why don't you love me?

“Because…” Raegan hesitated for a moment.

With a quick flick of her wrist, Raegan struck Henley's chest with crackling force.

It was soon followed by the sound of sizzling as Raegan's self-defense device came into contact with Henley.

Raegan quickly withdrew her self-defense device, her gaze icy as she admonished, “Just as you are now, relying on brute force to dominate the weak, perpetuating inequality. "These tactics do not deserve respect."

Henley had not anticipated Raegan's rapid movement, which left him weak and helpless. Struggling to get up, he couldn't muster the strength to restrain Raegan.

Clutching his chest, Henley faced her, pallor coloring his face.

«And what about Mitchel? After being treated like this by him, here you are, observing his workplace like this. Is it really worth it?

Raegan looked down, her face dull. «I have broken ties with him. "I am not here to remember you, but to say goodbye."

With those words hanging in the air, Raegan left.

Two shadowy figures materialized behind Henley, helping him to his feet. They watched Raegan leave, and one asked, "Sir, shall we intervene?"

"There's no need." When the shock subsided, Henley straightened and his gaze fell on the glowing dome of the Dixon Group.

A chilling resolve shone in Henley's obsidian eyes. He realized that there were matters of greater importance at hand. Once he secured everything he assumed was his, he would evaluate Mitchel's prowess, measuring their aptitudes against each other.

As for Raegan, with enough investment, Henley was sure he could claim her loyalty in due time.

Henley understood well that someone bereft of possessions not only invited disdain, but felt powerless. Therefore, I would not waste this crucial moment.

"Is everything in order?" Henley asked.

The black-robed guard replied, “The wedding personnel list is finalized, ensuring that every key shareholder receives an invitation.”

Mitchel's wedding to Katie seemed ostentatious this time, with fewer shareholders invited to the evening banquet.

But Henley could not tolerate such a slight. A momentous announcement loomed, demanding the attendance of all Dixon Group shareholders.

"Sir, one more thing."

Henley frowned. "Speak."

"Miss Foster has booked a flight to Swynborough, departing the day after tomorrow."

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