The tenderness in his voice betrayed his concern, leaving Raegan momentarily breathless. Her slap seemed to have left no mark on him.

He appeared unfazed. Yet, it was Raegan's hand for which he felt sympathy...

Upon noticing the redness of Raegan's entire palm, Mitchel couldn't keep his distress hidden. He gently grabbed her wrist, suggesting, “Let's head to the car. I have some ointment there."

Raegan, lost for words, tried to pull her hand back, intending to downplay the situation by mentioning her skin's natural sensitivity.

Despite the redness, she felt it didn't appear too serious.

However, MitcheLl's firm grip Left no room for protest as he insisted, “Come on. Let me take care of that."

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 bodyguards' slaps nearly ripped the skin from Lauren's 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, "Take this woman and that waiter to the police station."

The waiter's face went ghostly with fear. But witnessing what had happened to Lauren, he didn't dare to plead, knowing Mitchel's cruelty. Being taken away to the police station without being beaten like Lauren was a blessing already.

Lauren panicked at Mitchel's 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 couldn't face the idea of never being able to make a comeback.

“No way! I can't let this happen! There's no way I'll go in!" 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 Lauren's pleading look, approached Lauren and asked coldly, “Feeling sorry now?"

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. “Bitch...”

Seeing Lauren's 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 body's reactions. She vividly remembered her desperation and her efforts to stay calm by slapping herself and biting her tongue.