Clearly frightened, the owner swiftly snatched her phone from Casey's hand and took cover behind the counter.

Facing no other choice, Casey appealed to the dining patrons for assistance. Surrounded by more than thirty people in the restaurant, she refused to believe that not a single person would stand up for justice. In a foreign language, Casey cried out, "Help me! Help me! This man is dangerous. He's trying to capture me..."

Upon spotting Davey, patrons' eyes revealed only fear as they kept their heads down, focused on their meals, uninterested in the commotion.

Casey was utterly bewildered by the unfolding events. She seized a stranger's arm, speaking in hushed tones to ensure Davey wouldn't overhear. “Please inform the Clifford family that I am Casey..."

The man trembled as though encountering a plague, swiftly pushing Casey aside.

Casey remained naively unaware of the cruel reality of Aurora. She stood in the underclass district of Aurora, where Davey's demeanor and the diamond pin on his chest unmistakably signified his noble status.

Plus, his car's all-black license plate, a mark of arrogance, was a privilege exclusive to military officials. How could these lower- class citizens dare to meddle in the affairs of Aurora's most influential nobility!

Casey was in despair! In the restaurant, over thirty people coldly observed the unfolding scene.

She came to the realization that she could no longer depend on others, relying solely on her own strength. Seizing a nearby chair, she swiftly hurled it at Davey and attempted to dash past him as he dodged the flying furniture.

Unexpectedly, when she brushed past him, Davey swiftly dodged the chair and seized her hair, pulling forcefully!

"Ah!" Casey's head collided sharply with the table corner, and blood began to flow without restraint.

Crouching down, Davey gently touched the blood on her forehead with his elongated fingers, and then oddly, proceeded to lick his blood-stained fingers clean.

"Casey, your consistent disappointment weighs heavy on me." Davey murmured softly and gently.

Witnessing his actions, Casey trembled uncontrollably. Suddenly, she lowered her head. "Ugh, ugh, ugh!" She couldn't suppress the urge to vomit.

Having consumed nothing this morning, all she could expel was stomach acid.

Yet, her stomach churned as if engulfed in flames. Davey and the apathetic crowd compounded her despair and disgust!

Davey uttered no further words, lifting her effortlessly by the back of her neck as though she were a small chicken, and carried her out.

Despite the blood staining her face, Casey desperately clung to a table leg, fiercely resisting his attempts to drag her away.

Davey, his patience wearing thin, seized one of her legs and forcefully pulled her out headfirst.

Casey's hands dragged along the ground, marking a crimson path behind them. She was resolute in her refusal to be captured again. She understood that returning this time would mean a permanent absence from the warmth of the sun's rays!