Mitchel was running out of patience and said coldly, âIf you Like doing so, go outside and do it.
â
Seizing the opportunity, the girl quickly got to her feet.
âThank you.
â
With tears still in her eyes, she sobbed her gratitude toward Mitchel.
With the mini skirt, the girlâs deliberate movement was suggestive to Mitchel.
Her reddened eyes with tears made her looked even more pitiful.
It was the first time that Raegan had seen such a drama queen.
Perhaps the girlâs frequent nightclub visits had stripped her of shame.
Mitchel then asked, âWhatâs your name?â
âAhâ¦â Caught off guard, the girl responded, âAre you asking me?â
Mitchel folded his hands and fixed his gaze on the girl, full of intrigue.
The girl smiled with tears, replying, âMy name is Amilia Wilson.
â
Mitchel raised his eyebrows slightly and echoed, âAmilia?â
Quick to confirm, the girl spelled out, âYes, A-M-I-L-I-A.
Amilia.
â
âamilia.
â Mitchel smiled and said, âNice name.
â
Mitchel signaled a waiter, flashed a black card, and instructed, âApply for a membership for Amilia.
â
Amilia was so astonished that her mouth hung open.
A membership to this club required assets exceeding 100 million dollars for eligibility.
It granted access to all relevant upscale dining and leisure facilities.
Only with the membership could she secure a reservation.
The membership was not merely a marker of wealth but also a symbol of elite status.
It was a dream for many, Amilia included.
She had never imagined that she might actually possess such a membership in her lifetime.
Overwhelmed with joy, Amiliaâs voice trembled as she stammered, âThank you⦠Thank youâ¦â
Mitchel simply smiled and said, âGo ahead.
â
With a burst of happiness, Amilia followed the waiter to process her membership.
Before she left, she cast a venomous glance at Raegan while Mitchel was distracted.
To Raegan, that look felt like a slap across her face.
Moments earlier, she had threatened to expose Amiliaâs lack of membership.
Yet, within seconds, Mitchel had granted Amilia a membership.
This was more than just a slap in the face.
It felt like a series of deliberate, agonizing cuts through her heart.
Sitting motionless, Raeganâs face drained of color, feeling as if she had swallowed a stone.
She ventured, her voice tinged with discomfort, âMitchel, you donât believe me?â
Mitchel, without glancing her way, responded with nonchalance, âMiss Foster, youâre reading too much into it.
â
At that moment, Raegan felt the absurdity of the situation.
She felt she didnât recognize him anymore.
She wondered, to force her surrender, what other measures he might employ.