Chapter 811

Chapter 811:

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After sorting out her work, Raegan made a dinner date with a man. He was a friend of his father and had helped him in an important business transaction.

Raegan arrived early at the restaurant to wait for him.

Soon, a middle-aged man with a distinguished presence entered and immediately noticed Raegan at the table. He greeted her with a wave of his hand: “Raegan.”

Raegan stood up immediately and greeted him respectfully: “Benson.”

Once seated, they enjoyed a meal while talking business.

When they finished eating, Benson Prescott asked, "Raegan, do you know of any casual places around here to meet up?" "I have two friends who would like to meet."

«I know just the place. I know the manager. Let me reserve it for you and show you the way.

“Would it be inconvenient for you?”

"At all. Benson, you've come a long way to Ardlens. Tonight, I will take care of the preparations.

“Great, those two friends also have business ties with you. You will meet them later.

"That seems fine to me".

If it were someone else, Raegan wouldn't consider accompanying her and meeting her. However, Benson had been a friend of her father for a long time and had always treated her like his own daughter. He was someone she trusted implicitly.

They soon arrived at a nearby club, just a ten-minute drive away.

The club had an exclusive, lounge-like atmosphere, perfect for drinks and quiet chatting.

The main requirement was that it was exclusive to members, and a certain status and wealth was needed to enter. This prevented it from becoming too full.

Despite being older than Raegan, Benson was only in her forties and looked young due to her mentality.

Shortly after settling in, Benson's friends joined them, one of them with his wife.

After the performance, Benson's friends were very respectful of Raegan, exchanging business cards and expressing interest in future collaborations.

Raegan found herself enjoying a pleasant conversation with the wife.

Since it was only around eight, Raegan was in no hurry to get back. Instead, he enjoyed the talk.

Shortly after, the one carrying his wife had to leave early due to other commitments. Before leaving, his wife scheduled a visit to Raegan's studio for two days. Raegan happily accepted.

Seeing them off at the door, Raegan returned to her seat, only to find a familiar figure deep in conversation with Benson.

Mitchel was sitting casually on the couch, his long legs stretched out in a relaxed position. The collar of her white shirt was slightly open, showing her delicate collarbones. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his strong, slender forearms with subtle veins, which radiated an indescribable sensuality. Even in the dimly lit corner, he attracted the eyes of every woman in the room.

Although Raegan had not actively kept up to date with Mitchel's developments in the past two days, she had learned from her colleagues about the important changes taking place at the Dixon Group.

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