Love Unbreakable

Chapter 337 Mitchel never liked Lauren



Chapter 337 Mitchel Never Liked Lauren 4 Mitchel's eyes emitted an unmistakable chill, devoid of any warmth when Lauren was mentioned.

If Lauren hadn't had Alexis backing her up back then, Mitchel would never have given Lauren the chance to make a comeback in Ardlens.® Rather than conducting herself with poise, Lauren made the choice to harm someone she shouldn't have. She deserved to suffer the consequences! The unexpected cruelty Mitchel displayed toward Lauren left Raegan astonished. After all, Lauren was his first love, right? When Lauren was thrown out of the

restaurant the last time, Raegan thought Mitchel was just trying to make a point. But her perception shifted when the audible snap of Lauren's wrist broke through the air.

Raegan looked at Mitchel curiously and asked, "Don't you feel sorry for doing that to Lauren? Isn't she your first love?" From the report Erick had gathered, Raegan had seen how Mitchel used to indulge Lauren.

Mitchel clarified in a low voice, "She's not." Raegan blinked in disbelief. Lauren was not his first love? Who was he trying to fool? Sporting a sly smile, Raegan asked, "So I can do anything to her?"

Mitchel cast a penetrating gaze her way. "What do you have in mind?" Raegan snorted unhappily. "Oh? Are you afraid that I will go too far?" Whether Mitchel was afraid that Raegan would go too far or not, Lauren certainly was.

Convinced that Mitchel would show mercy on her for old time's sake, Lauren turned her gaze toward him, her eyelashes fluttering in a plea.

In a desperate appeal, Lauren cried, "Mitchel, please... I'm innocent. That scheming woman framed me!" Kneeling on the ground with a broken hand and smeared makeup, Lauren resembled a fray dog.

Assuming Mitchel's silence meant that he was in a dilemma, Raegan flashed a

smile and said, "It's fine if you don't want to see her hurt." Anyway, Raegan knew that when her brother returned, Lauren wouldn't be able to escape his wrath. In that case, she wouldn't owe Mitchel a favor. If Mitchel was reluctant to let Lauren face the music, she was fine with it.

But to her shock, Raegan was met with a nonchalant response from Mitchel. "I don't want you to dirty your hands." As long as Raegan was clear about what she wanted, Mitchel would get someone else to do it for her. He was not willing to let her dirty her hands for unworthy people.

Raegan found herself taken aback, utterly unprepared for the words that escaped Mitchel's lips. If it were from someone else, the statement might

come off as pretentious.

But Mitchel, with his striking looks and composed demeanor, exuded sincerity.

In fact, there lingered a subtle touch of romance, catching Raegan off guard.

Feeling a warmth creeping up her ears, Raegan uneasily touched her earlobe and retorted, "Cut it out." "I'm serious." Tilting his head slightly, Mitchel vowed, "I won't let anyone who hurts you go." The gravity of his words left Raegan momentarily speechless. A crimson blush painted her cheeks, and her ears burned. She kind of appreciated his usual state.

On the sidelines, Lauren's face darkened as she observed the flirtatious exchange between the two.

To add insult to injury, they were acting like she wasn't even here.

The worst thing was that even -the slightest movement she made brought sharp pain to her entire body.

Lauren's eyes filled with hatred as she gazed at the stunning Raegan. How she wished Raegan was dead in the car incident at that time. That way, she wouldn't have ended up like this.

Lauren pondered over it bitterly, wrongly blaming Raegan for everything.

As Raegan shifted her gaze toward Lauren, she couldn't help but notice the fury burning in the latter's eyes.

With a subtle smile, Raegan suggested, "Perhaps she should have a taste of the drink she made."

It was such a straightforward and sophisticated solution.

Thoroughly impressed, Mitchel arched his eyebrows and ordered the waiter, "Make her a drink, the same as that day." "Okay." Eager to rectify his earlier mistake, the waiter hurriedly replicated the beverage within minutes.

Lauren's expression transformed into one of horror. Frantically, she protested, No! You can't do this to me! I won't..." The rest of her words were cut off as her mouth was pinched by a bodyguard, forcing the drink down her throat.

It was only when the cup was empty that the bodyguard loosened his grip

on Lauren, letting her collapse to the ground like a dead fish.

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Lauren gazed up at Mitchel with a sense of despair. "What's so good about this woman? I've loved you for so many years! Is your heart made of stone?" Looking down at Lauren, Mitchel said coldly, "Do you remember what I said to you on your twentieth birthday?" Lauren's face turned pale as the memories flooded back.

On the night Lauren turned twenty, she had ended up on Mitchel's doorstep, offering to give herself to him. But all she had gotten in return was his callous rejection.

With a furrowed brow, Mitchel reiterated, "I've never liked you. Not then, not now, not ever. If you had abandoned your wishful thinking and behaved yourself, you could have lived a life of luxury instead of ending up like this." Raegan found herself perplexed. It turned out that Mitchel really had no feelings for Lauren.

As for Lauren, she did remember every word Mitchel had uttered that night.

Yet, since her first encounter with Mitchel, Lauren found herself deeply attracted to him. It was not just his handsome and charming face that captivated her. She was entranced by his cold, noble, and mysterious temperament.

In the realm of business, Mitchel

exhibited decisiveness, akin to a God casting judgment upon all living beings. His dual nature held a profound allure for Lauren.

Mitchel had become Lauren's entire world since then, overshadowing any attraction she might have felt for others. Lauren firmly believed that Mitchel was the one who deserved her love the most.

However, at this moment, that enigmatic Mitchel bowed to Raegan, someone Lauren held in contempt.

Mitchel's eyes and movements all said that he surrendered to Raegan, a declaration that completely broke Lauren.

Lauren couldn't accept this. A mix of defiance and unwillingness twisted her pale face as she erupted in a

vehement roar, "You treat this woman like a treasure, but do you even know what kind of life she led abroad for the last five years? Maybe she's been with countless men. She's no better than me!" Lauren tried to smear Raegan, the rival she had contested against for so many years but still couldn't win. If she was going down, she was determined to drag Raegan down with her. She would never let her adversary enjoy an easy life! Scoffing, Lauren added a bitter twist, "By the way, she has a child. I doubt the kid even knows who the father is!" At this moment, Lauren was already drifting to a state of unconsciousness, clarity eluding her. All the vicious words hidden in her heart poured out at once.

With a maniacal laugh, Lauren continued, "Maybe that child is a mix of many men she slept with..." Lauren was interrupted by a loud bang.

A transparent object was thrown at Lauren, barely missing her face before colliding against the wall behind her.

The glass shattered into several fragments.

Lauren shivered with fear. The sound of the glass breaking had sobered her up a little.

With an icy gaze, Mitchel said word by word, "Do you have a dead wish?" Mitchel's murderous gaze on Lauren was unmistakable. Under his gaze, Lauren shivered instinctively.

Lauren was drenched from head to toe with cold sweat, with skin that had

gone pale. At the same time, the effects of the drug kicked in.

Before Lauren could utter another word, Raegan coldly strode toward Lauren.

Raising her hand without hesitation, Raegan delivered a powerful slap to Lauren's face. Even after the striking contact, her anger persisted, causing her hand to tremble. "Shut the fuck up.

You have no right to mention my daughter!"


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