Chapter 817

Chapter 817:

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Mitchel was running out of patience and said coldly, "If you like doing it, go out and do it."

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the girl quickly stood up. "Thank you".

With tears still in her eyes, she sobbed her gratitude toward Mitchel.

In the miniskirt, the girl's deliberate movement was suggestive to Mitchel. His eyes, red with tears, made him look even more pitiful.

It was Raegan's first time seeing such a drama queen.

Perhaps the girl's frequent visits to nightclubs had stripped her of shame.

Mitchel then asked, "What's your name?"

"Ah..." Caught off guard, the girl responded: "Are you asking me?"

Mitchel crossed his hands and fixed his gaze on the girl, full of intrigue.

The girl smiled with tears in her eyes, answering: "My name is Amilia Wilson."

Mitchel raised his eyebrows slightly and repeated, “Amilia?”

Quickly, the girl spelled: “Yes, A-M-I-L-I-A. Amilia.

"Amilia." Mitchel smiled and said, "Nice name."

Mitchel motioned to a waiter, showed a black card, and indicated, “Request a membership to Amilia.”

Amilia was so amazed that her mouth was open. To be a member of this club it was necessary to have a net worth of more than one hundred million dollars. It granted access to all luxury dining and leisure facilities. Only with membership could I get a reservation.

Membership was not only an indicator of wealth, but also a symbol of elite status. It was the dream of many, including Amilia. She had never imagined that she would become a partner at some point in her life.

Overwhelmed by joy, Amilia's voice trembled as she stammered: "Thank you... Thank you..."

Mitchel just smiled and said, “Go ahead.”

With a burst of happiness, Amilia followed the waiter to process her admission. Before leaving, he cast a venomous look at Raegan while Mitchel was distracted.

For Raegan, that look felt like a slap in the face. Moments before, he had threatened to denounce Amilia's lack of membership.

However, within seconds, Mitchel had granted membership to Amilia. It was more than a slap in the face. It was like a series of deliberate, agonizing cuts to his heart.

Sitting still, Raegan's face drained of color, as if she had swallowed a stone. He ventured, his voice tinged with discomfort: “Mitchel, you don't believe me?”

Mitchel, without meeting her eyes, replied nonchalantly, "Miss Foster, you're making too much of it."

At that moment, Raegan felt the absurdity of the situation. He felt that he no longer recognized him. She wondered, to force his surrender, what other measures he would employ.

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