Despite the shock, the man managed to regain some control, lunging forward to grasp Raegan's wrist.

The stun gun, while effective, was not as powerful as a full-sized baton, and the man had partially evaded the full brunt of the shock.

Although the stun gun had injured him, the effect was brief, and the damage wasn't severe enough to incapacitate him completely. He still managed to exert force.

Raegan struggled fiercely, managing to land another shock on his wrist, which had sustained a small cut.

She targeted the injury, repeatedly shocking it until the electricity made his wrist almost numb with pain.

“Damn... it!" the man cursed, recoiling in pain and crouching on the ground, his face twisted in agony.

Seizing the moment, Raegan turned around and ran. The hotel corridors were deserted, every door shut tight. She had nowhere to hide, and soon she could hear the quick patter of footsteps behind her.

The man had caught up. "Stop! You can't run away! Stop! Still!" he shouted, his voice echoing down the hall.

Despite his injured hand, his determination was relentless as he pursued Raegan, shouting instructions into his radio to alert Lorenzo, "Sir, I've found the woman. I'm chasing her on the 7th floor!"

Meanwhile, Lorenzo, upon hearing the update, barely reacted. He turned to address Katie, a disturbing calmness in his demeanor, "I'm sorry, Miss Glyn. She showed up late. Don't hold it against me."

Katie, dazed and in shock, was a ghastly sight. Blood pooled around her, and horrifyingly, next to her on the ground lay a piece of her own flesh from her mouth.

Lorenzo had cut Katie's mouth off.

Katie lay helplessly on the ground, unable to have defended herself against such a sudden and brutal attack. How could someone be so monstrously cruel, to enter without a word and inflict such harm? She was burning with hatred.

Lorenzo looked upon Katie's prone form with indifference, seeing her as nothing more than a failure, a woman who, despite her efforts and schemes, couldn't handle a simple confrontation.

In Lorenzo's eyes, Katie was nothing but a disposable object, another casualty in his twisted games.

He pulled out a silk scarf to clean his hands and carefully wiped away the blood splatters in front of him, offering a smile. "Since that woman has appeared, I'll spare your life for Davey's sake. Be thankful to him."

Katie's face was ghostly pale. Nearby, a decorative mirror reflected her image back to her.

In the mirror, she appeared horribly disfigured, her features twisted into a grotesque semblance that was almost too painful to behold.

Katie was fuming and not reconciled. Why? Pride had always been her armor, her belief in her own superiority unwavering. How could she be reduced to this, being treated like garbage?

"Mr. Maxwell..." Katie's voice was faint. "You were tricked by Mitchel. I know who murdered your wife."