Cary extended the phone toward Raegan.
But as Reagan reached out, his grip unexpectedly loosened.
The phone slipped from his hand and fell to the floor with a distinct click.
Cary looked down at the fallen phone and then at Raegan, a sly smile playing on his lips.
âOops, my bad.
Your phone is broken now,â he said casually.
Raegan crouched down to retrieve her phone, only to discover it was no longer working.
At this point, a suspicion began to form in her mind.
The restaurantâs floor was carpeted.
How could her phone have broken so easily? This thought, coupled with her current physical state, made her wary.
As Raegan surveyed her surroundings, she noticed Cary inching closer.
A spark of realization ignited in her heart.
With a determined effort, she bit her tongue tip and pinched her palm, forcing herself to stand.
âMr.
Blake, Iâm feeling better now.
Letâs leave,â she declared.
Cary blocked her path, eyeing her seemingly composed expression with doubt.
Had the pill not worked as he expected?
Raegan met his gaze and offered a smile.
âShall we go now, Mr.
Blake?â she asked.
Cary didnât see this coming.
If the pill didnât work on Raegan, manipulating her would be challenging.
If the drug had taken effect, he could argue that a delirious Raegan seduced him.
But if the pill didnât work on Raegan, Raegan might accuse him of s@xual harassment.
This possibility made Cary uneasy.
With an awkward smile, he said, âIâll stay here for a bit more rest.
You go ahead.
â
âOkay.
See you later, Mr.
Blake.
â Raegan maintained her composure as she spoke.
Raegan was about to open the door when Caryâs somber voice stopped her.
âWait a second!â
His voice made Raeganâs heart race.
She froze, hearing the sound of leather shoes approaching.
âMiss Foster, whatâs wrong with your arms? Why are they trembling like that?â Cary was getting closer to Raegan, filled with feigned concern.
âHow about I take a look at your arms? Iâm quite skilled in massage,â Cary offered.
At his words, Raegan felt a chill run down her spine.
Cold sweat beaded on her forehead.
He had discovered her pretense!
Just as Caryâs hand menacingly reached toward Raegan, in a swift motion, Raegan spun around and hurled her phone at his forehead with all her might.
âOuch!â Cary yelled in pain.
Seizing the moment, Raegan lunged for the door handle.
To her dismay, it was locked.
The next second, Cary grabbed Raeganâs foot and yanked it fiercely.
With a thud, Raegan tumbled to the floor.
Then, Caryâs sneering voice cut through the air.
âYou bitch! How dare you try to fool me!â
Cary removed his glasses, revealing his malevolent gaze.
He then leaned in close.
âDespite your bitchy attitude, youâre quite stunning, far more so than any film star,â he said.
Cary patted Raegan on the shoulder forcefully and his drool almost fell.
His excitement was palpable.
âIâm eager for our night together.
â
With that, he grabbed Raeganâs arm and pulled her toward the couch in the lounge.