Upon noticing the redness of Raeganâs entire palm, Mitchel couldnât keep his distress hidden.
He gently grabbed her wrist, suggesting, âLetâs head to the car.
I have some ointment there.
â
Raegan, lost for words, tried to pull her hand back, intending to downplay the situation by mentioning her skinâs natural sensitivity.
Despite the redness, she felt it didnât appear too serious.
However, MitcheLlâs firm grip Left no room for protest as he insisted, âCome on.
Let me take care of that.
â
Meanwhile, Lauren, who was reeling from the pain of being slapped, was flustered when Mitchel was about to leave.
She cried out in distress, her tears flowing freely.
The bodyguardsâ slaps nearly ripped the skin from Laurenâs lips.
Underneath, her lips were bloody, with all the flesh inside showing as red.
It was horrifying and unpleasant.
After countless slaps, the bodyguards found themselves at a loss for where to strike next.
With Raegan by his side, Mitchel cast a final glance at the scene and commanded, âTake this woman and that waiter to the police station.
â
The waiterâs face went ghostly with fear.
But witnessing what had happened to Lauren, he didnât dare to plead, knowing Mitchelâs cruelty.
Being taken away to the police station without being beaten like Lauren was a blessing already.
Lauren panicked at Mitchelâs words.
The thought of being sent to jail filled her with dread, knowing that those wealthy ladies she had offended would make things more difficult for her.
They could even go as far as to torture her when she was behind bars.
Lauren knew that with a skilled lawyer, the repercussions of her drugging others could not be severe.
However, being taken away to the police station and sentenced would mean having a criminal record, effectively ruining any chance of rebuilding her life in Ardlens.
She couldnât face the idea of never being able to make a comeback.
âNo way! I canât let this happen! Thereâs no way Iâll go in!â Lauren muttered to herself, her eyes the only part of her that remained clear, glaring at Raegan with resentment.
Then, Lauren looked desperately at Mitchel, tears in her eyes, her hands hitting the ground, her face the picture of sorrow as if she was pleading for mercy.
Raegan, indifferent to Laurenâs pleading look, approached Lauren and asked coldly, âFeeling sorry now?â
Lauren was overwhelmed by pain, feeling as though her body was crawling with ants, causing her both itchiness and pain.
It was killing her!
Lauren tried to speak but could only manage a weak insult.
âBitchâ¦â
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Seeing Laurenâs reaction, Raegan could tell the effects of the drug kicking in.
She was reminded of the night Cary forced her onto the sofa and the struggles against her own bodyâs reactions.
She vividly remembered her desperation and her efforts to stay calm by slapping herself and biting her tongue.
Raegan felt no pity for Lauren, thinking the latter had it coming.
She sneered, âNow youâre getting a taste of what I had gone through.
Enjoy it.
â
Raegan still had a lingering fear.
Her resilience had been her salvation, fighting to save herself, clinging to hope until help arrived.
She shuddered to think what could have happened that night.
Her life could be destroyed since then.
Raegan scoffed.
Given the history, Lauren had likely pulled the similar taunts multiple times.
This was simply karma for Laurenâs doing, facing the fallout of her own misdeeds!