"You witch! I've treated you so well, and this is how you repay me? Why do you think you have the right?" His eyes were fiery red, and an intense, menacing vibe surrounded him.

Miranda stayed calm through his outburst, almost like she knew it was coming.

Darian pointed at her, his voice getting louder with each insult, throwing every hurtful word he could think of, words that could have rattled anyone else.

"Are you done yelling?" Miranda checked her watch a few minutes later and said calmly, "The drug I gave you isn't meant to get you worked up. If you keep this up, you might have a stroke or a brain hemorrhage from high blood pressure. But don't worry, out of concern for humanity, I'll make sure your family takes care of your burial.”

Darian's angry outburst came to an abrupt halt.

He trembled all over, struggling for breath, suddenly realizing the terrifying nature of the woman he had provoked.

This woman, like Lilah, was shockingly strange, completely mad!

"Come on, sit down. I'm not done talking." Miranda waved at him, handing him a cup of hot coffee herself.

Darian's heart was shattered, his eyes red, but he had to hold back his rage, feeling like his veins were about to explode.

As Lilah and Gerard entered the hotel, they were certain Darian was inside.

Lilah's anxiety was palpable. She feared Darian might harm Miranda yet she needed to confirm if Miranda had been truthful.

The elevator ascended slowly.

Two minutes later, they reached the 23rd floor.

A sharp yell pierced the air, followed by a dark, muffled chuckle emanating from a room near the elevator.

Fury ignited within Lilah. Driven by the noise, she charged toward the room and forcefully kicked the door open.

Inside, Darian and his men had encircled Miranda and Benita, mocking them with cruel laughter. Miranda's coat lay torn aside, revealing her in a thin slip dress that scarcely covered her.

Benita appeared more brutally affected, her face marred by grievous wounds and her mouth split at the corners, exuding palpable terror.

“Lilah, you fucking bitch!" Darian bellowed the moment he spotted her, his anger escalating. He commanded his men to attack her.

With a dark laugh of her own, Lilah swiftly sidestepped a burly thug who lunged at her, and then drew a gun from her waistband and aimed it directly at Darian's furious face.

“You know how fast I can pull the trigger. Order your men to back off," she stated, her voice cold and resolute.

Darian met her gaze with a hardened glare, offering no response.

At that moment, Miranda demanded, "Miss Phillips, what brings you here? Get out of here."

Benita burst into tears, her face the picture of misery.

Lilah, feeling both uneasy and irritated, struggled to voice her discomfort. It was clear to her that there was some kind of link between Miranda and her.