âIs that so? Do you want me to prove it?â After saying that, Mitchel forcefully pushed her onto the bed, restraining her wrists before pouncing on her.
His eyes gleamed with an unsettling eagerness, resembling a predator closing in on its prey.
âLet go of me, you bastard!â Raegan struggled to escape his grip.
Suddenly, just as Mitchel leaned over, a thunderous crash echoed through the room as the door was kicked open.
A man rushed in, pulled Mitchel off the bed, and pressed him to the floor while delivering a blow to his face.
Unwilling to be subdued, Mitchel retaliated immediately.
In a matter of seconds, he turned the tables on his assailant, placing a knee on the manâs neck, leaving him pale-faced and defeated.
Panicked by the turn of events, Raegan recognized the man lying on the floor.
Without hesitation, she picked up an ashtray from the tea table and smashed it at the back of Mitchelâs head.
A muffled sound filled the room.
Caught off guard, Mitchel released his grip on the man.
Although the ashtray fell on the floor heavily, it was still intact.
However, Raeganâs actions broke his heart.
In the ensuing chaos, blood trickled from the back of his head.
Mitchel raised his head slowly, his handsome face filled with disbelief.
Although Raegan was wearing a worried expression, her concern was directed to the man.
Disregarding Mitchelâs injury, she hurriedly approached and pushed him away.
Though Raegan lacked strength, Mitchel felt a deep disappointment as Raegan pushed him aside.
Raegan helped the man on the floor to stand.
Tears were streaming down her face.
âErick⦠Erick⦠Are you alright?â
âIâm fine.
Donât worry about me,â Erick answered as he stood up with Raeganâs help.
In truth, Erick was a formidable fighter, yet dealing with the four bodyguards had drained his strength.
His worry for R aegan led him to employ extreme measures, injuring himself in the process.
Therefore, he couldnât defeat Mitchel.
Seeing Raeganâs disheveled clothes, Erick felt his fists clench involuntarily.
He quickly shrugged off his coat and dr@ped it over her shoulders.
âAre you alright?â Erick asked, genuine concern etched across his face.
Raegan only seemed to care about Erickâs well-being as she nodded with teary eyes.
Despite Mitchelâs having ki*sed her, Raegan had adeptly thwarted his advances with a well-placed kick.
Therefore, he didnât take much advantage of her.
At Raeganâs response, a hint of compassion softened Erickâs previously somber expression.
In this shared moment of concern, Raegan and Erick were oblivious to Mitchelâs presence.
Annoyed, Mitchel grabbed Raeganâs arm and pulled her toward him indignantly.
âCome here!â
âBehave yourself, Mr.
Dixon! Please refrain from touching my sister any further!â Erick intervened, stepping forward to protect Raegan.