Chapter 617

? ? ? ? ?

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 hit his face. "Try something and I'll call the police!"

Henley's cheek showed the mark of his slap, a little blood on his lip showed how hard he had hit him. But he laughed softly.

«Seriously, what are you going to tell them? A tale of a younger brother-in-law chasing his sister-in-law, or of a sister-in-law tempting him?

Raegan was sickened by Henley's twisted words, and what he said next chilled her to the core. «I don't care about the rules. "I get what I want."

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

Henley, caught off guard, stumbled backwards, crashing into the wall.

In the blink of an eye, Mitchel's foot connected, sending Henley to the ground. His knee pressed hard into Henley's throat.

Mitchel's cold, lacquer-black eyes fixed on Henley, chillingly, as he hissed, "You seek death!"

Already with a bruised face, Henley's situation worsened with each blow from Mitchel, swelling half of his face. The injuries painted a grim picture of his situation.

Henley laughed. «Mitchel, lack of confidence? Just talking to Raegan makes you like that. Imagine if I had taken her to bed. Would you be even more irritated?

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

"Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated."

Henley mused.

Henley had always considered Mitchel sensitive and easily provoked. It took just a few words to push Mitchel over the edge.

At first, Mitchel had planned to settle things with a punch and then move on, but upon hearing Henley's words his expression turned icy in an instant.

Henley licked his chapped lips, scoffing, “No wonder he's been obsessed with Raegan all these years. It's a beauty. "I couldn't help it."

Enraged, Mitchel's fists became a relentless barrage, raining blows down on Henley, leaving him suffocated and helpless against the onslaught.

More and more spectators gathered around, attracted by the spectacle unfolding before them. The company's senior officials quarreling? Nobody dared to intervene.

Seeing someone filming, Raegan quickly grabbed Mitchel's arm.

“Mitchel, stop it!”

Dissatisfied, Mitchel threw another punch before finally releasing Henley.

Now Henley's once handsome face looked like a bruised canvas, a sight to behold.

.

.

.