The image of her fueled his wildest dreams, like a drug he couldn’t quit.

Feeling deeply addicted, with the antidote seemingly within reach, Henley slowly leaned in, aiming for her delicate skin.

“Slap!” Raegan’s hand struck his face.

“Try anything, and I’m calling the police!”

Henley’s cheek showed the mark of her slap, a bit of blood on his lip showing how hard she hit him.

But he just laughed softly.

“Really, what will you tell them? A tale of a younger brother-in-law chasing his sister-in-law, or a sister-in-law tempting him?”

Raegan was disgusted by Henley’s twisted words, and what he said next froze her to the core.

“I don’t care for rules.

I get what I want.

Henley’s bold statement was met with a powerful punch, driven by pure anger, that hit his face with the force of a storm.

Henley, caught off guard, stumbled backward, colliding with the wall.

In the blink of an eye, Mitchel’s foot connected, sending Henley crashing to the ground.

His knee pressed hard against Henley’s throat.

Mitchel’s cold, lacquer-black eyes bore into Henley, chilling as he hissed, “You’re seeking death!”

With a bruised face already, Henley’s situation worsened with each blow from Mitchel, swelling up half of his face.

The injuries painted a gloomy picture of his predicament.

Henley chuckled.

“Mitchel, lacking confidence? Just chatting up Raegan gets you this worked up.

Imagine if I had taken her to bed.

Would you be even more riled?”

Deliberately slowing his speech, Henley ensured only the two of them could hear, his every word dripping with mockery.

“Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated,”

Henley mused.

Henley had always pegged Mitchel as sensitive and easily provoked.

It took just a few words to push Mitchel over the edge.

Initially, Mitchel had planned to settle things with a punch and then moved on, but hearing Henley’s words turned his expression icy in an instant.

Henley licked his cracked lips, taunting, “No wonder I’ve been fixated on Raegan all these years.

She’s such a beauty.

I couldn’t help it.

Enraged, Mitchel’s fists became a relentless barrage, raining blows down upon Henley, leaving Henley choked and powerless against the onslaught.

More and more onlookers gathered around, drawn to the spectacle unfolding before them.

The company’s higher-ups duking it out? No one dared to step in.

Spotting someone filming, Raegan swiftly grabbed Mitchel’s arm.

“Mitchel, knock it off!”

Unsatisfied, Mitchel hurled another punch before finally releasing Henley.

Now, Henley’s once-handsome face resembled a bruised canvas, a real sight for sore eyes.

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