Then he ended the call.
The warmth in Henley’s smile faltered for a heartbeat.
He had entertained thoughts of treating Raegan with tenderness, yet Mitchel had
once again outmaneuvered him, prompting Henley to quicken his pace.
Meanwhile, Mitchel had made his way to a bar after leaving the hotel.
Luis was there, becoming slightly drunk after a few drinks with Mitchel.
Holding a cigarette between his fingers, Luis commented, “It looks like your
father keeps close tabs on you. He arranged a blind date the moment he learned
about your divorce.”
Mitchel, his face expressionless, inquired, “Have you located that woman?”
Luis, shaking his head, responded, “She’s vanished without a trace.
Could she be dead?”
Mitchel remained silent for a moment, then added, “Even if she’s gone, the child
might still be alive. Now, Alexis is hell-bent on amassing wealth, probably for that
bastard.”
“Your father’s been covering that child’s tracks well. You'll need to play along for
now and wait for his slip-up.”
With a subdued tone, Luis added, “I'm not entirely convinced that they never
make contact with each other.”
Mitchel stayed silent, continuing to drown himself in drink.
As Mitchel downed his drinks, Luis teased, “What's wrong? Things didn’t go well
with your ex-wife?”
The mention of Raegan caused a visible shift in Mitchel's expression, a blend of
indifference and a deeper, darker brooding.
Observing this, Luis’s curiosity piqued.
“Raegan really got under your skin, huh? Need any advice?”
Luis knew Mitchel all too well.
Given Mitchel’s history of arrogance and never bowing to any woman, he would
undoubtedly maintain his pride, even in pursuit of a woman.
Mitchel glanced upwards, his reply icy.
“Do you even have a wife?”
The question left Luis at a loss for words.
“Mitchel had the audacity to mock me for not having a wife? Whatever!
This bastard had it coming!” Luis muttered to himself.