"Did you borrow this large sum of money from Mitchel?" Nicole asked, her expression etched with concern.

Then, she pushed the card back to Raegan and said, "I don't want it!

Please return the money to him as soon as possible. Don't sacrifice yourself for me."

Raegan shook her head resolutely.

“No, I didn't borrow money from him. I actually sold the painting I painted in college, the one named 'Yearn.'"

“What? You sold that masterpiece?" Nicole was taken aback by this revelation.

The painting was a poignant portrayal of Raegan's mother, a window into her dreams. Raegan had invested months, pouring her heart and soul into resurrecting that dream, piece by painstaking piece.

Back then, Nicole had found it beautiful and casually shared half of the photos on a foreign social platform. To her surprise, someone expressed interest in buying it and wanted to meet the artist.

However, Raegan declined the offer, prompting her to delete the post.

Nicole didn't expect Raegan to sell the cherished painting for her sake.

Rejecting the money, Nicole insisted, “I can't accept this. Go and take your painting back."

"Just keep it," Raegan insisted.

"I sold it on a website, and both parties are not allowed to share personal information. Buying it back is impossible now."

Back then, an interested party offered three million dollars for the painting after Nicole uploaded it online.

When Raegan uploaded it on the website this time, the price suddenly soared to five million with two competing bids.

It seemed strange that the buyer kept asking to meet Raegan, but she always declined.

Raegan exercised caution, well aware of the different and sometimes unpredictable nature of people online. Once the painting was sold, she immediately deleted her account on the website.

Despite Nicole's reluctance, Raegan suggested, “Didn't I sell my apartment before? I've been living in your apartment. Consider this money as me buying your apartment. From now on, I won't have to pay rent, okay?"

Nicole responded, “But it's not fair for you. My apartment wouldn't fetch even three million. It's barely worth a shade over two million.”

Undeterred, Raegan insisted, “If you keep saying that, it's like you are questioning our friendship. Consider the remaining money as my investment in your family's company. If it fails, it's on me. But if it succeeds, you can give me dividends yearly, alright?"