“You bitch!" Cary's sinister sound sent a shiver down Raegan's spine.

She hadn't anticipated Cary catching up so quickly!

Raegan had thought she was safe because the restaurant's security cameras would deter Cary from chasing after her.

But Cary had not only caught up. He was in a disheveled state. His shirt was undone, and his pants were missing. He appeared terrifying.

Raegan realized something was terribly wrong. She was overwhelmed and was feeling defeated as she leaned against the wall. Frantically, she pressed the elevator button, hoping for rescue from whoever might be inside.

Cary, staggering and drooling, slurred angrily, “You thought you could escape? You harmed me! You bitch!"

He then gripped Raegan's hair and forcefully pulled her back.

"Ah! Let me go!" Raegan clutched her hair and cried out for help, "Help me!"

By sheer coincidence, at that moment, the elevator chimed, "Ding."

The elevator doors slid open.

Raegan caught sight of weary gray-blue eyes and instantly shouted for help, “Help me! Save me!"

Then, a sharp slap resounded.

Cary angrily threatened, “If you scream again, I'll kill you!"

Inside the elevator, Darryl leaned against the wall casually with his hands in his pockets. He appeared indifferent. He had no interest in intervening in such a petty issue.

Darryl remembered a previous incident where he had intervened in a couple's fight. After injuring the man, the woman who initially sought his help turned against him and sued. This led to a year of ridicule from his friends.

Since then, he vowed never again to meddle in others' affairs.

At that moment, Cary was pulling Raegan toward a corner of the corridor. Raegan's pleas for help grew fainter.

The image of those weary eyes briefly flickered in Raegan's mind.

Then, in a burst of defiance, she dug her sharp nails into Cary's frenzied wrist, tearing at his flesh.

Cary winced in pain and released her. He then raised his hand to strike her. “Damn you! Ah!"