It was rumored that the Dixon Group was undergoing significant reforms, with Mitchel eliminating all of Alexisâ supporters.
At first, only a few stayed neutral.
But once word of Mitchelâs disappearance spread, they quickly switched sides and joined Alexisâ side.
Without Mitchelâs these wouldnât have disappearance, people shown their true colors and been cleared out.
Now, Alexis and Henley were on their own in the company, and Mitchel could remove them in seconds.
This seemed to explain why Mitchel appeared so self-assured and relaxed now.
As Raegan gazed at Mitchelâs handsome and striking face, a thought crossed her mind that maybe she had misjudged him from the start.
Maybe Mitchel didnât face any extraordinary challenges.
Perhaps his strange behavior was simply because his feelings for her had changed.
Raegan hesitated for a moment before walking over.
As Raegan walked up, Benson greeted her warmly, took her hand, and introduced her to Mitchel.
âThis is my friendâs daughter, Raegan Foster.
She runs a studio in Ardlens.
Mitchel, please look out for her in the future.
â
Mitchelâs lips tightened slightly, his gaze lingering uncertainly as he replied, âBenson, I know her.
â
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Benson, surprised yet pleased, exclaimed, âYou know each other? Thatâs even better! Raegan is both stunning and talented.
â
Benson was obviously unaware of their relationship, and his words hinted at trying to set them up, instantly making the atmosphere uncomfortable.
Mitchel nodded casually and replied, âYes, thatâs right.
â It was clear he didnât want to pursue this topic any Longer.
Benson sensed the awkwardness.
Although he admired Mitchel, he had no intention of forcing a connection between them.
Raegan noticed this and, worried that Bensonâs good intentions might lead to an awkward situation, shifted the conversation.
âBenson, how do you know Mr.
Dixon?â
At Raeganâs way of addressing him, Mitchelâs hand tightened on his cup.
Raegan didnât notice Mitchelâs reaction as she turned to look at Benson.
Benson responded with a smile, âWe met at an art exhibition.
Mitchel and I had a great conversation and we really connected.
â
Bensonâs friend across the table grinned and suggested, âSince you two have such a good connection, letâs toast to that.
â
As he spoke, he raised his glass, prompting everyone to join in the toast.
Raeganâs glass was filled with gr@pe juice, but it resembled wine.
Just as she was about to drink, Mitchel abruptly moved his arm, causing her glass to spill.
He apologized with a flat expression, âSorry.
â
Raegan was left speechless.
She poured herself another glass of gr@pe juice from a special pitcher.
Benson, knowing Raegan didnât drink alcohol, had arranged for this pitcher, though others were unaware.
Just as Raegan was putting down the pitcher, Mitchelâs elbow unexpectedly lifted again.
âClang!â This time, the pitcher Raegan was holding got knocked over.