Cary walked in. His eyes widened upon seeing her unsteady stance.

“Miss Foster, what's the matter?" he asked as he approached swiftly.

Raegan felt her head spinning, her body burning up. She struggled to focus. "Mr. Blake, could you help me get my phone?" she managed to say.

Cary reached into his pocket and produced a foldable phone. "Is this yours, Miss Foster?" he inquired, holding it out.

Raegan's vision blurred, making everything appear double, including the phone in Cary's hand. “Yes, it's mine. Please, hand it over," she replied, her voice strained.

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. "Oops, my bad. Your phone is broken now," 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 restaurant's 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. "Mr. Blake, I'm feeling better now. Let's leave," 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. "Shall we go now, Mr. Blake?" she asked.

Cary didn't see this coming. If the pill didn't 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 didn't work on Raegan, Raegan might accuse him of sexual harassment. This possibility made Cary uneasy. With an awkward smile, he said, "I'll stay here for a bit more rest. You go ahead."

“Okay. See you later, Mr. Blake." Raegan maintained her composure as she spoke.

Raegan was about to open the door when Cary's somber voice stopped her. “Wait a second!"

His voice made Raegan's heart race. She froze, hearing the sound of leather shoes approaching.

“Miss Foster, what's wrong with your arms? Why are they trembling like that?" Cary was getting closer to Raegan, filled with feigned concern. "How about I take a look at your arms? I'm quite skilled in massage," Cary offered.

At his words, Raegan felt a chill run down her spine. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead. He had discovered her pretense!