Chapter 1780: Chapter 1785

The unsettling realization that a stranger had hugged her sparked a wave of nausea.

As Raegan stepped out of the restroom, a familiar voice reached her ears.

“You fool, why did you have to touch that woman? Now you’ve entangled me in this predicament!” Ruben complained.

“How was I to anticipate her reaction?” Klein retorted.

“She’s divorced.

Shouldn’t she be eager for young men like us? Instead, she was rigid, nothing like a woman’s caress.

And she carries herself so arrogantly.

”

Raegan recognized the speakers as the two affluent sons Benson had just introduced her to.

“Who embraced me from behind just now?” Ruben questioned.

“What? Someone embraced you?” Klein raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, and I felt a circular pendant or something.

It felt like it was pressing into me.

It certainly didn’t feel like a woman’s touch.

I wonder which man thought he could exploit me.

”

“A round necklace?” Klein’s expression shifted, and he promptly embraced Ruben from behind.

“You pervert! What’s this about? I prefer women!” Ruben exclaimed.

Klein remained composed and queried, “Like this?”

Ruben felt Klein’s hug, sensing something oddly familiar.

Klein reached beneath his shirt, producing a skull-shaped pendant.

“Is this what you meant?”

“You’re the one who hugged me!” Ruben yelled, his voice tinged with surprise.

‘s BunnyBookery Klein let go abruptly and delivered a sharp slap to the back of Ruben’s head.

“Why didn’t you speak up earlier? Benson laid into me.

He even threatened to spill the beans to my dad!”

“How could I have known? Why not ponder how you failed to realize you were embracing a man?” Ruben retorted.

“I was overly excited then,” Klein defended.

“In the darkness, I didn’t initially notice.

”

“Shall we return and fully explain to Benson?” Ruben proposed.

“Forget it.

He’s formidable.

If he doesn’t trust us, we’ll be in deeper trouble.

Let’s stay low.

I don’t want him to file another complaint to my dad!”

Raegan’s thoughts spun like a carousel as the two men vanished into the distance, leaving her with a bewildered expression frozen on her face.

The individual who had embraced her, as it turned out, wasn’t Klein.

Then who was it?

As Raegan meticulously reconstructed the night’s seating plan in her mind, vivid details emerged.

Klein wore a blazer, while the man who had embraced her donned a simple dress shirt.

Benson’s friend chose a dress shirt, yet he sat several spaces away, making it impossible for him to quickly return before the room lit up.

With him out of view, suspicion focused on the remaining man in a dress shirt.

Raegan’s fist clenched so tightly that her palm stung.

Could it really be Mitchel?

At the clubhouse entrance, Amilia followed closely behind Mitchel.