The power of a grown man Like Darryl far exceeded Raegan's who was under the drug's influence.

Darryl effortlessly overpowered Cary.

Once the elevator doors finally closed, Darryl hit the ground floor button. He thought about getting Raegan to the hospital quickly. Her unusual state suggested she might be drugged.

Now, it was just the two of them within the confines of the elevator.

Raegan, on some level, trusted Darryl wouldn't hurt her. After all, he wasn't interested in her, and he knew she was part of the Foster family, so he wouldn't dare do anything.

As her fear faded, Raegan's thirst grew, and she felt her body burning up due to the effects of the drug. She felt so weak that she could only lean against Darryl for support.

Meanwhile, Darryl was unsure how to react. Their proximity was evident. With a beauty Like Raegan nestled against his chest, he felt his composure waning. Sweat beaded profusely on his forehead as if he were being grilled.

Though Raegan's eyes remained open, she wasn't quite herself. Her breathing grew heavier, and her body felt like it was on fire. The drug was taking effect, and she was losing control.

In a daze, she tugged at her blouse collar and gazed at Darryl. Her eyes brimmed with tears, and her voice shook as she pleaded, "Please, take me to the hospital..."

The move was simple, but it had a profound effect on Darryl. He was so agitated that he wanted nothing more than to push Raegan away immediately in case he lost his composure completely.

Knowing the effects of the drug kicked in, Raegan managed to finish her sentence with efforts.

"Shit!" Darryl cursed under his breath, his eyes blazing. He wasn't the one who was drugged, yet he felt as if his entire body was engulfed in flames.

Just then, the elevator doors opened.

A rush of fresh air entered, and Darryl breathed a sigh of relief.

Being confined in the elevator with Raegan had been excruciating. He felt like he was about to lose control at any moment.

As Darryl prepared to exit the elevator, a chilly male voice halted him. "Let go of her."

Darryl, taken aback, looked up to see Mitchel addressing him with a stern expression.

"Mitchel?" Darryl was stunned.

Mitchel's eyes held a complex mix of emotions, rendering his gaze unusually detached.

"Raegan..." Darryl, clearing his throat, said, "Miss Foster appears to have been drugged. I need to get her to a hospital."