Chapter 1149

Chapter 1149:

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Pressing the button, Raegan waited for a response, her heart racing with anticipation.

A soft noise echoed from the doorway, causing Raegan to hastily retie the embroidered satin around Casey's wrist.

Aware of the transmitter's limited functionality, Raegan felt a pang of apprehension. This was her second and last chance to use it. Any further attempts would be futile.

As Casey was taken back, Raegan struggled with a deep sense of loss, but held on to the belief that help was imminent.

Elsewhere, Erick and Stefan scoured the city's alleys and streets in search of Raegan.

At the Aurora airport, their meticulous investigation turned up no trace of Davey's comings and goings, leading them to conclude that he was hiding in Aurora.

Simultaneously, Mitchel dug deeper into his search for Raegan with unwavering determination.

After enduring three days and two nights without rest, Mitchel finally allowed himself a moment of rest, leaning back in his chair with heavy eyelids.

But the respite was short-lived, as Matteo burst through the door with urgent news, his excitement palpable.

“The transmitter has sent another signal!” Matteo's words spurred Mitchel into action, hastily putting on his coat as he headed for the underground garage.

Along the way, Matteo took it upon himself to assess any potential threats around the transmitter, while Mitchel relayed the news to Erick and Stefan, forging a united front in their shared mission.

Although they went their separate ways, their goal remained singular and single-minded. They were determined to rescue Raegan and Casey from the clutches of danger.

And when Hector heard of the events, he too rushed to the place indicated by the transmitter, his determination mirroring that of his allies in uniting in the face of adversity.

At dusk, Raegan's bedroom door creaked open again, announcing Davey's entrance with a stack of papers in his hands.

Seeing the words “ID Institute” stamped across the papers, Raegan’s blood ran cold with fear. Why had the results come back so early? If the results suggested that she and Davey weren't related by blood, she knew he wouldn't hesitate to end her life on the spot.

However, she had already sent the signal through the transmitter. If she could just extend it a little longer, she might survive.

Raegan's hand lay hidden under her pillow, preparing for the impending confrontation with Davey.

Davey’s approach was as calculated as ever, his demeanor a façade of sophistication as he elegantly adjusted his glasses, his words dripping with an insidious charm. “Raegan, I haven't looked at these results yet. Do you want to see them first?”

For a fleeting moment, Raegan's hand, gripping the makeshift weapon, faltered. Davey’s offer seemed too convenient, too loaded with ulterior motives to be genuine. Had he truly not examined the contents of the documents, or was this simply another plot to gauge her reaction and reveal in her potential downfall?

“Very well,” Raegan agreed reluctantly, extending her hand to accept the envelope.

Davey's gaze lingered on Raegan, taking in the familiar contours of her face, the uncanny resemblance between them. Her lovely eyes, tinged with a subtle hook, held a captivating charm, a beauty that transcended the ordinary. It was a trait they shared, a trait that tied them together in a twisted dance of fate.

Tremors of apprehension ran through Raegan as she cautiously removed the seal from the envelope, her mind racing with strategy and calculation. Could she strike Davey from this distance? Or perhaps she could find a way to trap him in this very room, ensuring herself the opportunity to escape with her mother.

But just as Raegan was about to act, a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, her grip faltered and the envelope slipped from her fingers, its contents scattering across the floor in a chaotic mess.

Ignoring the scattered papers, Raegan took the opportunity to launch her preemptive strike, thrusting her makeshift weapon towards Davey's exposed neck.

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