Love Unbreakable

Chapter 488 Henley, feeling the sting of humiliation, could hardly believe Alexis' slapping him.

A sense of regret washed over Alexis. Yet, he saw no alternative but to take such extreme steps to safeguard his interests, including those abroad.

With a mix of sternness and desperation, Alexis issued an ultimatum, "Leave now and end this foolishness, or I'll renounce you as my offspring!" The dramatic turn of events left Henley reeling, and in a state of frustration, he made his way to the elevator, leaving Alexis wrestling with a blend of fury and sorrow.

Beuford, ever the pillar of calm, took a moment to remind Alexis of his obligations. "Mr. Alexis Dixon, do not forget the commitment you've made." Alexis, now somber and showing a rare deference, responded, "I understand. | will handle the situation.” This was a stark contrast to his earlier defiance.

Mitchel watched as Alexis grappled with the aftermath, his

thoughts deep and unspoken. He then turned to Beuford, offering some hospitality, "Perhaps you'd consider spending a few days in Ardlens? I'd be glad to show you around." Beuford, pondering momentarily, gently refused, "I must return to my duties by Mr. Kyler Dixon's side." Mitchel respected his decision without further insistence.

Beuford, who had devoted his life to serving Kyler and had no family of his own, cherished his serene existence by Kyler's graveside over the clamor of city life.

As he settled into the car, Beuford broached a subject, "Mr.

Mitchel Dixon, does my conversation with Mr. Alexis Dixon not pique your curiosity?" Mitchel, with a serene acceptance of Beuford's discretion, replied, "If there was something my grandfather intended for me to know, | trust you'd share it. And if not, he had his reasons for keeping it so." "You're truly remarkable!" Beuford's approval rang out repeatedly, affirming Mitchel's rightful place as Kyler's

chosen successor. "Mr. Mitchel Dixon, your restraint from prying into affairs not directly presented to you, alongside your steadfast approach to resolving issues, truly honors Mr. Kyler Dixon's legacy." As the car Beuford was in started, Mitchel offered his respects with a modest nod. "Beuford, | wish you a safe journey back." Beuford, with a look of genuine kindness, imparted a parting piece of advice. "Mr. Kyler Dixon always had his reasons. Should you find yourself seeking clarity, a visit to Mount Moriah could prove enlightening." Mitchel, who made it a point to visit Kyler's resting place yearly, acknowledged Beuford's suggestion with a promise.

"I'l remember that, Beuford. And next time, I'll bring along ‘someone my grandfather would be pleased to meet." "That's a good call," Beuford affirmed with a smile, as he departed.

Once back in his office, Mitchel immediately set into motion a plan of action. "Conduct a thorough investigation on every individual tied to Alexis’ initiatives!"

Matteo promptly took charge, initiating a detailed probe into the affairs of those involved, a move that signified a major reorganization within the Dixon Group.

This decisive stance underscored the principle that no momentary advantage justified the compromise of one's integrity or position within the company.

Meanwhile, Alexis, fueled by fury, made his way to the secluded confines of the underground parking lot.

Alexis was violently jolted against his vehicle before he could utter a word of protest.

Henley, consumed by a tumult of emotions, confronted Alexis, his grip tightening around Alexis’ throat. "How could you plead with me to return, only to cast me aside now?" "Ahhh..." Alexis' pleas echoed in the confined space, his voice laden with desperation. You're nothing but a failure, unfit for this world!" Henley's rage only intensified, his grip tightening even further as Alexis’ face began to show signs of injury.

It wasn't until the sudden blare of a car horn that Henley's

grip loosened, releasing Alexis.

Mistaking the interruption for mere coincidence, Henley gave Alexis one final look of contempt before deciding to walk away. Gasping for air on the ground, swas haunted by the fear of having nearly met his end.

As Henley started to leave, Alexis, driven by desperation, reached out and clutched at his ankle. "I's not as it seems, not as it seems, my son..." The earnestness in Alexis’ plea, his eyes bloodshot and beseeching, conveyed his panic. "I haven't forsaken you.

But without my actions, we stood to lose everything!" Noticing a slight easing in Henley's fury, Alexis seized the moment to add. "Just trust me. Give me some time, and all will be set right." Henley, his expression one of derision, questioned, "What could that old man possibly have said to render you so utterly spineless? Standing up and brushing himself off, Alexis glanced

around nervously before leaning in to whisper a secret into Henley's Henley's face hardened at the revelation, his hands balling into fists once more.

"I was forced to make a temporary concession. Or risk losing the fortune I've dedicated my life to amassing. How could | allow that to happen?" Alexis admitted, his voice tight with frustration.

Their tense conversation was abruptly interrupted by a loud "Bang!" Alexis was startled, his body tensed in alarm.

In a fit of fury, Henley lashed out, his fist connecting with the car window and leaving it spider-webbed with cracks.

His hand immediately swelled, the skin turning a painful shade of purple and red.

"Son!" Alexis' voice was laced with concern, his heart sinking at the sight.

But Henley, consumed by a tempest of anger, barked back, "Get out of my sight!" With that, Henley yanked open the car door and drove

away, pushing the vehicle to its limits, a clear reflection of his inner turmoil.

Questions and comparisons swirled in Henley's mind, particularly about Alexis and their seemingly parallel paths, only to realize that fate, it seemed, had always been against him.

Elsewhere, Raegan was attending an event when her phone rang.

On the other line, Mitchel informed her, "The situation at the company has been resolved." A wave of relief washed over Raegan, prompting her to inquire. "Did they give you any trouble? Mitchel, understanding precisely who Raegan was alluding to, reassured her with a simple, "No." Their conversation was brief yet comforting, ending with Raegan mentioning she needed to return to her commitments at the event.

"Alright, I'll see you tonight," Mitchel replied, their

exchange a subtle reminder of the support they found in each other amidst the chaos.

Raegan, feeling the weight of her commitments, replied.

"The director wants to discuss something with me after the event, so | might be late tonight." Mitchel, ever protective, offered, "If it's too late, I'l come and get you." "But you might be tied up with work as well," Raegan pointed out.

"I'l make sure to wrap up my tasks early. I'm not keen on you heading home late without me, Mitchel countered, his concern evident.

Raegan, seeking to alleviate his worries, reassured him, "There's really no need to fret. My driver is reliable, and Victor's with me, so I'm in safe hands." A brief silence followed before Mitchel's voice, deep and suggestive, broke through. "Don't you miss me?" Raegan's response came quickly. "Absolutely not."

Her response, however, belied her true concern for Mitchel's well-being, especially given the day's tumultuous events at the Dixon Group, not to mention the strain of him potentially driving out to fetch her late at night.

With her bodyguard and the household driver by her side, Raegan felt secure.

Mitchel, detecting the hesitation in her voice, pressed further with a hint of amusement, "So, you actually do miss me?" Caught off guard, Raegan found herself at a loss for words. Mitchel's persistence was unusual, yet it drew a genuine response from her. "I miss you dearly..." Her voice was earnest, reflecting the depth of their recent closeness. The days they had spent together, lost in their own little universe, had only intensified their connection, making their current separation feel all the more poignant.

Mitchel playfully challenged her, "That sounded somewhat tepid, Mrs. Dixon." Raegan, with a mix of jest and challenge, countered, "And who, pray tell, is your wife?

Mitchel's reply came with a teasing edge. "The very same person who whispered ‘husband’ so sweetly to me just last night..." Raegan felt her cheeks ignite with embarrassment at her own outburst. "Who asked you to be so charming!" The conversation came to an abrupt halt, leaving Raegan in a moment of stunned silence. Realizing how easily she had been swept up at the moment, she covered her mouth in surprise.

"That's it, I'm not speaking to you anymore!" Raegan declared, a mix of mock annoyance and real embarrassment in her voice before abruptly ending the call.

On the other end, Mitchel couldn't help but smile, a subtle sense of satisfaction washing over him as he pushed his work aside and relaxed a bit, his evening suddenly looking up.

After wrapping up her duties, Raegan noticed the late hour.

She donned her mask and was about to head downstairs with Victor when she realized she had left her bag behind.

Victor, seeing Raegan's exhaustion, kindly offered to fetch it for her. "Miss, please wait in the car for me." Raegan nodded her agreement. "Alright." She pressed the button to close the elevator doors, but just as they began to shut, a tall figure made a swift entrance, barely slipping in.