“Because I don’t like you.

And there doesn’t need to be a reason for that,” Raegan responded, unyielding in the face of his ire.

Henley, increasingly frustrated, insisted, “I’m not ugly.

Lots of women are after me.

So why won’t you love me?”

“Because…” Raegan hesitated for a moment.

With a swift flick of her wrist, Raegan struck Henley’s chest with a crackling force.

It was soon followed by the sound of sizzling as Raegan’s self- defense device made contact with Henley.

Raegan swiftly withdrew her self-defense device, her gaze icy as she admonished, “Just as you are now, relying on brute force to dominate the weak, perpetuating inequality.

Such tactics garner no respect.

Henley hadn’t anticipated Raegan’s swift movement, Leaving him weak and defenseless.

Struggling to rise, he couldn’t muster the strength to restrain Raegan.

Clutching his chest, Henley confronted her, pallor coloring his face.

“And what about Mitchel? After being treated that way by him, here you are, observing his workplace like this.

Is he truly worth it?”

Raegan’s gaze fell, her countenance drained.

“I’ve severed ties with him.

I stand here not in remembrance, but in farewell.

With those words hanging in the air, Raegan departed.

Two shadowy figures materialized behind Henley, aiding him to his feet.

They observed Raegan’s departure, one inquiring, “Sir, shall we intervene?”

“No need.

” As the shock’s sting ebbed, Henley straightened, his gaze fixating on the resplendent dome of the Dixon Group overhead.

Within Henley’s 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, he’d assess Mitchel’s 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 wouldn’t squander this pivotal moment.

“Is everything in order?” Henley queried.

The black-clad guard responded, “The wedding’s personnel list is finalized, ensuring every key shareholder receives an invitation.

Mitchel’s wedding with Katie seemed ostentatious this time, with fewer shareholders invited to the evening banquet.

But Henley couldn’t abide such a slight.

A momentous announcement loomed, demanding all Dixon Group shareholders’ attendance.

“Sir, one more thing.

Henley’s brow furrowed.

“Speak.

“Miss Foster has booked a flight to Swynborough, departing the day after tomorrow.

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