âBecause I donât like you.
And there doesnât need to be a reason for that,â Raegan responded, unyielding in the face of his ire.
Henley, increasingly frustrated, insisted, âIâm not ugly.
Lots of women are after me.
So why wonât you love me?â
âBecauseâ¦â Raegan hesitated for a moment.
With a swift flick of her wrist, Raegan struck Henleyâs chest with a crackling force.
It was soon followed by the sound of sizzling as Raeganâs self- defense device made contact with Henley.
Raegan swiftly withdrew her self-defense device, her gaze icy as she admonished, âJust as you are now, relying on brute force to dominate the weak, perpetuating inequality.
Such tactics garner no respect.
â
Henley hadnât anticipated Raeganâs swift movement, Leaving him weak and defenseless.
Struggling to rise, he couldnât muster the strength to restrain Raegan.
Clutching his chest, Henley confronted her, pallor coloring his face.
âAnd what about Mitchel? After being treated that way by him, here you are, observing his workplace like this.
Is he truly worth it?â
Raeganâs gaze fell, her countenance drained.
âIâve severed ties with him.
I stand here not in remembrance, but in farewell.
â
With those words hanging in the air, Raegan departed.
Two shadowy figures materialized behind Henley, aiding him to his feet.
They observed Raeganâs departure, one inquiring, âSir, shall we intervene?â
âNo need.
â As the shockâs sting ebbed, Henley straightened, his gaze fixating on the resplendent dome of the Dixon Group overhead.
Within Henleyâs obsidian eyes glimmered a chilling resolve.
He grasped that there were matters of greater importance at hand.
Once he secured everything he assumed rightful to him, heâd assess Mitchelâs prowess, measuring their aptitudes against each other.
As for Raegan, with sufficient investment, Henley was sure he could claim her allegiance in due course.
Henley understood all too well that one bereft of possessions not only invited disdain but felt powerless.
Thus, he wouldnât squander this pivotal moment.
âIs everything in order?â Henley queried.
The black-clad guard responded, âThe weddingâs personnel list is finalized, ensuring every key shareholder receives an invitation.
â
Mitchelâs wedding with Katie seemed ostentatious this time, with fewer shareholders invited to the evening banquet.
But Henley couldnât abide such a slight.
A momentous announcement loomed, demanding all Dixon Group shareholdersâ attendance.
âSir, one more thing.
â
Henleyâs brow furrowed.
âSpeak.
â
âMiss Foster has booked a flight to Swynborough, departing the day after tomorrow.
â