Chapter 457

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Mitchel said seriously.

"How can you be so shameless?" Raegan was speechless. She had never taken the initiative to kiss him or touch him.

"If there's nothing else, I'll hang up." As Raegan spoke, she paced to the window, fanning herself to calm herself.

“Your nightgown is impressive,” Mitchel suddenly commented.

"That?"

"This shade of pale blue looks great on you," Mitchel added.

Raegan immediately looked out the window. Beyond the gate of the villa, the elegant black luxury car remained parked. "Aren't you gone?"

"Not yet." Looking at Raegan's slender figure on the balcony, Mitchel smiled. "I wanted to see you a little longer."

Raegan's temperature, which had just cooled down, rose again due to Mitchel's direct words. He felt an unexpected wave of sweetness. "You're crazy? What are you looking at? Go back."

Smiling, Mitchel replied, “You know, the hickey complements the nightgown perfectly. "You look really stunning."

Raegan's heart raced. I was about to draw the curtain.

"Don't draw the curtain," Mitchel said quickly. “Let me appreciate you a little more.”

Raegan paused for a moment and decided not to draw the curtain.

“I want to hug you,” Mitchel said.

Raegan's heartbeat quickened. She felt like Mitchel was saying those words in front of her. «Tomorrow will be hectic for me. I have to go to bed early. You better get back to the hospital soon.

"No nonsense."

“Since you care so much about my well-being, I will listen to you.”

“I…” Raegan was about to retort, but held back, afraid that Mitchel would take it as an opportunity to continue his flirtatious banter. Besides, he still hadn't recovered and she didn't want his condition to worsen by staying here at this hour.

«Anyway, it's time for you to go. “Good night,” Raegan said.

“Good night…” Even when Mitchel said goodnight, his gaze lingered on her silhouette. It wasn't until the curtain was drawn that his attention finally shifted.

"Let's go back," he told the driver.

The next day.

Raegan got up early and headed to the company for final preparations.

Tonight was the gala, and there was no room for error. Everything was happening normally and in an organized manner.

That night, seeing a message from Mitchel, Raegan snapped a photo of her bustling workspace to share with him. She told him that she was busy and that she had to leave the phone with her assistant to take care of the messages.

Meanwhile, in the hospital room.

Mitchel zoomed in on the photo, finding comfort in seeing Raegan's reflection in the glass in front of her. Knowing that she was slowly getting used to his presence, he felt warmth engulf his heart.

After a while, the door opened hastily.

With a report in hand, Matteo entered Mitchel's room. "Mr. Dixon, the results of the DNA test on that body have come back. It's not Lauren.

Mitchel's eyes darkened. Is there any sign of Lauren?

Matteo shook his head. "We haven't located her yet."

"Good."

Mitchel immediately dialed Raegan, but there was no response.

The room fell into an eerie silence.

Growing increasingly restless, Mitchel suddenly ripped the needle from the back of his hand, causing a gush of blood.

Not caring at all about the blood, he grabbed his coat and left the room.

With just two hours left until the gala, Raegan was diligently making sure every detail behind the scenes was perfect, with the goal of making the event flawless.

The Arthen Entertainment gala, broadcast live annually, was a spectacle of fashion and talent.

As celebrities debuted their stunning outfits on stage, the live commentary lit up with excitement.

"Oh! Look at the outfits!

"If only I had words bigger than exclamation points!"

«The traditional style is unbeatable. The designs are impressive.

«It is the first time I see these elegant and modern outfits. "They are simply majestic."

"Arthen Entertainment has really outdone itself with this gala."

«This event is unparalleled. "Arthen Entertainment has set a new standard."

The avalanche of comments reflected a unanimous appreciation for the evolution of traditional attire, taking everyone by surprise.

This moment was not just a matter of fashion. It symbolized a deeper connection. The youth, living in times of peace, showed their deep-rooted love for their heritage through their enthusiasm for traditional styles presented by celebrities, instilling a sense of national pride.

As Raegan watched the online viewership numbers climb, tears of joy filled her eyes. The years of hard work and dedication were finally paying off.

«Mom, can you see this? The traditional costumes you believed in, once thought to be marginalized by mainstream fashion, are now embraced and loved by so many… I hope this brings you joy…” Raegan said silently.

The gala exceeded all expectations and broke audience records. The Crescent designs instantly became the talk of the town.

Raegan, who had spent almost an entire day backstage at Arthen Entertainment, was so absorbed in her tasks that she barely had time to eat.

Once the main event concluded, Raegan and her team found themselves on a brief hiatus as their main responsibilities were over, so they had to wait out the event and manage post-show clothing logistics.

Judd, Raegan's assistant, insisted that they take a break for the first meal of the day.

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