He picked up some iodine and gently cleaned Raegan’s palm before asking his assistant to fetch a band-aid from the reception desk.

Meanwhile, Mitchel’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He glanced at the screen, then at Raegan, who was quietly sitting and waiting for her band-aid. Without a word, he walked out of the room.

In the hallway, he answered the call.

It was Olivia. “Mr. Johnson, is Raegan okay? I saw that you showed up just in time to save her.”

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