The room stayed silent. All eyes were on Raegan, but she did not care.
“What's... What's wrong?” Raegan whispered in disbelief.
She thought something must have happened, or he wouldn't be like this.
Their recent connection and lovemaking could not have been a charade.
For an unexplainable reason, Mitchel merely ignored her.
Suddenly, someone broke the awkward silence with a snicker.
“Who's this chick? You must've entered the wrong room.”
“Are you trying to land a sugar daddy at South River Club? You must've spent a
lot to get in here.”
Today's party was a spur-of-the-moment affair. Lauren organized it to make sure
everyone knew she was still Mitchel's apple of the eye.
She had invited all the famous guys and trust fund babies from Ardlens.
Once the birthday party wrapped up and word got around, she would resume
being the envy of Ardlens’ high society, the Murray family’s prized daughter, and
the girl protected by Mitchel.
Many of these wealthy partygoers had side flings, so they naturally lumped
Raegan into that category. And now, their comments grew increasingly
derogatory.
Nicole had had enough. She moved forward, took Raegan’s hand, and urged,
“Come on. Let's get out of here.”
However, Raegan was not budging and just locked her misty eyes onto Mitchel.
The crowd grew more and more curious by Raegan’s gaze on Mitchel.
Angela's Library
“Look, sweetheart, this guy is way out of your league. He's not someone you can
hook up with. Why don’t you entertain me instead? I might just make it worth your
while tonight,” one partygoer sneered.
The room burst into laughter.
“Count me in,” someone else chimed in.
Raegan had an undeniable allure. Even without makeup, she outshone those
who were dolled up.
Her eyes, a vibrant shade of blue, looked submissive when she made eye
contact. But the way she lifted her eyes was almost seductive.
What a stunner she was.
The cruel comments from the crowd stung. However, Mitchel seemed deaf to
them, and he did not even intervene when they belittled Raegan.
Furious, Nicole balled her hands into fists. Just as she was about to douse the
crowd with her wine, someone grabbed her wrist.
“Miss Lawrence, do you think this is a place where you can act like an
uneducated woman?”