Chapter 663

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Raegan resting on him made Mitchel feel satisfied.

Mitchel smiled warmly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. «Sure, blame me. "I just wanted to make sure I did a good job."

Raegan, her cheeks rosy, gave him a playful smack on the chest.

That's when he realized he was wearing a suit and tie. With a surprised face, he asked: "Are you going out?"

Mitchell nodded. "Yes, I'm going to the company."

More attentive now, Raegan asked, "Is the investigation over?"

"Yeah. Mitchell nodded.

Raegan, concerned but not wanting to seem unsupportive, hugged him and said, "I'll be here waiting for you."

For Mitchel, nothing was more comforting than hearing his beloved say it. A smile spread across his face as he gently kissed her forehead.

“Okay, wait for me.”

Once Raegan arrived at her study, an uneasy feeling followed her throughout the day, the fear of bad news lurking in her mind. He constantly checked the news pages in the hope of not coming across anything worrying.

But as the day passed without any drama occurring at the Dixon Group, Raegan's anxiety slowly subsided, leading her to decide not to contact Mitchel.

That afternoon, although there was no news from the Dixon Group, Raegan was in for a surprise. A client had made a special request to work with her on a dress valued at over a million dollars.

It wasn't out of the ordinary for Raegan to be specifically requested by clients, especially those who admired her embroidery skills.

Entering the VIP reception room, Raegan noticed a woman dressed in red sitting with his back to her.

Approaching the woman, Raegan greeted in a friendly tone: “Hello, I'm Raegan Foster, the CEO of Crescent.”

To his astonishment, the woman turned around to reveal herself as Katie.

"You?" Raegan's brows furrowed slightly.

Katie gave a soft scoff. «Wow, what a welcome. So this is the kind of reception your esteemed clients receive. No wonder your studio is in trouble.

It was clear to Raegan that Katie was looking to cause trouble.

Remaining calm, he replied, “Miss Glyn, have you come to place an order or just to chat? Because if it's the latter, please excuse me.

Katie's expression turned icy. "I came to place the order, of course."

«Well, then. "Oaklyn, could you please take Miss Glyn's measurements?" Raegan shouted.

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