Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 466

Chapter 466

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.

"Tug along, Mitchel. Let's head to your office, Raegan insisted.

They couldn't afford any more public spectacle. Raegan knew all too well that Mitchel, as the CEO, losing his cool in front of the staff would spread like wildfire. His already shaky standing in the company would plummet further, fueled by this incident.

Moreover, without grasping the full picture, people would naturally side with the apparent underdog.

Nobody wanted a hot-headed leader.

As expected, murmurs started rippling through the crowd.

"How could Mitchel stoop so low? Even if he can't stand Henley, brawling in the office isn't the answer.

"Henley's always courteous to the receptionist, and he's often treating us to dinner. A kind soul like him doesn't deserve this kind of bullying!"

"Yeah, Henley's a gem. Remember when he helped me haul that stack of printer paper? No airs of superiority, just genuine kindness."

Under normal circumstances, no one would dare air these opinions in front of Mitchel. But with his recent decline in popularity due to his illness and Alexis' meddling, factions within the company were forming.

Those speaking up now were likely Alexis' allies, along with some fooled by Henley's facade of kindness.

Raegan shot a meaningful glance at Henley, sprawled on the ground, not fighting back. Was Henley truly powerless? It all seemed like a performance, from his earlier taunts to his current theatrics aimed at provoking Mitchel. If Henley was playing dirty, they couldn't just let him off the hook.

Mitchel brushed off the whispers, his attention fixed on Raegan. He scanned her for any signs of injury, his voice soft as he asked, "Are you hurt anywhere?"

At his inquiry, Raegan's tears broke free, cascading down her cheeks uncontrollably.

Mitchel's brow furrowed with concern as he moved to embrace her, but Raegan gently pushed him away. She didn't want to hide her tears behind his embrace.

Today, Raegan had donned a fisherman's hat to avoid attention, making it difficult to see her face clearly. Only her rosy lips and tear-drenched chin were visible, her trembling shoulders betraying her distress.

Mitchel, about to say something, was interrupted by Raegan's delicate yet surprising voice. "Mitchel..." She pointed at Henley, who was now pretending to limp to garner sympathy, and accused him in a tattletale tone, "He harassed me..."

Raegan's accusation sent murmurs rippling through the onlookers.

Raegan pressed on, "I came to bring you soup, and when he saw me, he asked who I was searching for. Even after said it was you, he still..." She choked up, seemingly too embarrassed to voice the rest.

She then added indignantly, "He even touched me!"

Mitchel initially furrowed his brows at Raegan's unusual behavior, but then he relaxed. She wouldn't act like this if she was genuinely upset. He remained silent, playing along with her charade.

Then, Raegan sobbed, her hands trembling as she shook Mitchel's shoulders with a flair for the dramatic. "I told him I was your girlfriend, but he still tried to make advances on me and even spilled the soup I had brought for you!"

The spilled soup was there on the floor for everyone to see, drawing their eyes away from the scene at hand. Suddenly, their perception of Henley began to shift. Their admiration dimmed.

"Can Henley really be such a person? they wondered aloud.

Henley, for his part, was completely taken aback by Raegan's actions, half-convinced she was under some spell.

Nonetheless, Raegan did not relent. She intensified her act, stomping her foot and complaining, "And he said some really awful things tool"

Mitchel, previously in a foul mood, found himself unexpectedly entertained by the spectacle. Struggling to keep a straight face, he inquired, "And what did he say?"

Raegan, still playing her part between sobs, responded, "He boasted about taking everything that's yours, including me, and even talked about seizing control of the company..."

Raegan was weaving her narrative with skills, straddling the line between truth and drama. Henley had indeed made comments far worse than what she recounted, but she chose her words carefully to hide her true identity and motive. And Henley's ambitions toward the company? Those were very real, leaving no room for accusations of falsehood.

Mitchel fixed a steely look on Henley and dismissed him with a scoff. "Only in your dreams."

Raegan showed her wrist to Mitchel. "Look, he left a bruise," she pointed out, her voice a mix of pain and accusation. Mitchel's expression softened, his anger giving way to concern as he gently offered, "Let me see to that for you." The room fell into a hushed surprise at Mitchel's gentle gesture, something they hadn't expected from the usually reserved Mitchel.

For a man of Mitchel's stature, who had been known to be single for such a long time, acknowledging a girlfriend was not just unusual but rather astonishing.

Everyone was buzzing with curiosity about Raegan, who had garnered such attention from him.

Mitchel, with a look of disdain aimed at Henley, issued a warning. "If there's a next time, expect more than just a few punches."

Mitchel then placed his arm protectively around Raegan's shoulders, signaling their departure.

Henley stood still, his gaze icy, as Mitchel and Raegan walked away. He was taken aback by Raegan's cunning, caught off guard by her ability to turn the tables on him.

To retaliate openly would tarnish his carefully maintained image, yet to stay silent seemed to confirm the accusations against him. In either case, Raegan had struck a blow to his reputation.

Henley exited the scene silently, his departure leaving a chill in the air, and convincing the onlookers even further of Raegan's claims. The disparity in Henley's usual demeanor and his current predicament was striking.

Back in Mitchel's office, the door had barely clicked shut when Mitchel lifted Raegan onto the desk and began treating her bruises with alcohol from his drawer.

"It's not as bad as it looks. I exaggerated a bit by rubbing it more," Raegan confessed.

Raegan believed that without making the injury appear severe, people wouldn't reconsider their views about Henley. Mitchel's response was a low hum, a mix of advice and concern. "Don't take him on alone when I'm not there." Mitchel was worried she might be putting herself at risk. The incident, having unfolded in the Dixon Group with him arriving in the nick of time, left him contemplating the worse possibilities.

Seeing Mitchel's troubled look, Raegan, perched on the desk, reached out to wrap her arms around his waist, offering comfort, "Why worry? I'm perfectly fine."