Victor had finished her duties and was back on watch.


    The previous bodyguards failed to enter certain ces like thedy’s restroom, making Victor’s presence unreceable for Raegan’s safety.


    While Mitchel had his reservations about Victor, he recognized her proficiency in ensuring Raegan’s safety.


    Victor received a serious nce from Mitchel.


    “Keep your eyes open.


    ”


    Victor responded with a firm nod, “Understood, sir.


    ”


    Mitchel lingered until Raegan’s car was out of sight.


    Only then did he make his way back to the elevator.


    As the elevator closed behind Mitchel, another vehicle discreetly trailed after Raegan’s, maintaining a distance yet following her all the way to her vi.


    This car, shrouded in secrecy, managed to capture some photographs before sending them off.


    Far away, in a mansion overlooking the North Pacific, Davey reviewed the received photos with a click of his tongue.


    “She certainly takes after her mother,” he noted, recalling Katie’s grievances about Raegan being an obstacle.


    His nextmand was chilling.


    “Make it seem idental, but ensure it’s clean.


    ”This is the property of N?-velDrama.Org.


    Davey’s motives weren’t driven by any personal vendetta on behalf of Katie but rather his disdain for Casey’s offspring with Mr.


    Foster.


    When asked about Raegan’s child, Davey’s tone turned icy.


    “Handle them together.


    ”


    Davey could not tolerate the thought of Casey being “contaminated” by the existence of Raegan and Janey.


    Erick, mot being Casey’s biological child, did not factor into Davey’s concerns.


    However, Davey was intrigued by Mr.


    Foster’s decision to conceal Erick’s true identity, treating Erick no differently than his own son.


    “If it was out of affection, then Mr.


    Foster was far too kind-hearted,” Davey pondered, considering such generosity a fatal w that would inevitably lead to Mr.


    Foster’s undoing.


    Interrupting Davey’s thoughts, a servant from the basement burst into the room, visibly panicked.


    “Mr.


    Glyn, thedy, she…” The servant stammered, barely getting the words out.


    Ovee with anger, Davey seized the servant by the cor, his voice thunderous.


    “What happened!”


    As the servant gasped for air, his face turning a shade of deep blue, a sudden noise erupted.


    With a forceful gesture, Davey released the servant, sending the servant sprawling to the ground.


    Davey then hurried downstairs.


    The servant trailed behind him, struggling to catch his breath and finally managing to utter, “Thedy, she’s… She’s awoken…”


    Bursting into the room, Davey approached the figure lying on the bed “Casey?” he eximed, incredulous.


    The woman in question slowly opened her eyes, her gaze clouded and uncertain.


    After a moment of silent assessment, she whispered, “Davey?”


    Davey was struck motionless by the way Casey addressed him.


    His face hardened, revealing his distress.


    Casey caught the change in his demeanor and looked up, confusion etched on her face.


    “Davey, what’s the matter?”