Chapter 627

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Victor had finished his tasks and was back on guard. The previous bodyguards did not enter certain places such as the ladies' room, so Victor's presence was irreplaceable for Raegan's safety.

Although Mitchel had reservations about Victor, he recognized his competence in ensuring Raegan's safety.

Victor received a serious look from Mitchel. "Keep your eyes open."

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

Mitchel stayed until Raegan's car was out of sight. Only then did he return to the elevator.

As the elevator closed behind Mitchel, another vehicle discreetly followed Raegan, keeping its distance but following her to her villa.

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

Far away, in a mansion overlooking the North Pacific, Davey reviewed the photos received with a click of his tongue. "She certainly takes after her mother," he observed, remembering Katie's complaints that Raegan was a hindrance.

His next order was chilling. "Make it look accidental, but make sure it's clean."

Davey's motives were not due to any personal vendetta for Katie, but rather his disdain for Casey's offspring with Mr. Foster.

When asked about Raegan's son, Davey's tone turned icy. “Handle them together.”

Davey couldn't tolerate the idea of ​​Casey being "tainted" by Raegan and Janey's existence.

Erick, being Casey's biological son, did not enter into Davey's concerns.

However, Davey was intrigued by Mr. Foster's decision to hide Erick's true identity, treating him the same as his own son.

"If it was out of affection, then Mr. Foster was too kind," Davey reflected, considering such generosity a fatal flaw that would inevitably lead to Mr. Foster's downfall.

Interrupting Davey's thoughts, a servant from the basement burst into the room, visibly frightened. "Mr. Glyn, the lady, she…” The servant stammered, the words barely coming out.

Overcome with rage, Davey grabbed the servant by the collar, his voice thunderous. "What happened!"

As the servant gasped and his face turned a deep blue, a sudden noise was heard.

With an energetic gesture, Davey released the servant, who fell to the floor.

Davey hurried down the stairs. The servant followed him, struggling to catch his breath and finally managing to utter: "The lady, she... has woken up...".

Bursting into the room, Davey approached the figure lying on the bed. "Casey?" he exclaimed, incredulously.

The woman in question slowly opened her eyes, her gaze clouded and uncertain. After a moment of silent evaluation, he whispered, "Davey?"

Davey froze at the way Casey addressed him. His face hardened, revealing his anguish.

Casey caught the change in his attitude and looked up, confusion etched on her face. "Davey, what's wrong?"

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