“Where to? I can give you a ride," Stefan offered.

With time pressing, Raegan accepted Stefan's offer.

They reached the hotel hosting the press conference.

Stefan was concerned about Raegan, so he decided to follow her to the scene.

Raegan and Stefan entered the venue together, not knowing a chilling stare followed them.

Only after they went in did the man step out from behind the flowers.

Watching Raegan's retreating figure, he glared with ominous intent.

The man following Raegan made his way toward the hotel but was intercepted before entering.

The security guard regarded the man with a slight frown. "I'm sorry, sir, but unless you're a guest of the hotel, entry is not permitted.”

It wasn't that the security guard took pleasure in demeaning others.

It was simply that this man was markedly disheveled. Clad in what was once a white T-shirt now transformed into a stiff, dark hue due to neglect, emitting a pungent odor from a distance.

His face was obscured by a long, unkempt beard, clumps of ice melded within, resembling a cake-like texture. His fingernails coated with grimy residue, scarcely a clean spot discernible. This man bore the visage of a homeless individual who had traversed many a weary road.

Challenged by the security guard, the man countered, "Who says I'm not a guest? I am!"

The security guard replied, “If that's the case, please provide your name and ID number, and I'll verify it for you.”

"I'm Brent Hayes, and my niece just entered. Let me go find her," he asserted.

Ever since Brent swindled money from the villagers, he fled abroad the following day, only to recklessly squander three million in Less than a day.

That three million hadn't come easily, yet now, he found himself penniless.

In a moment of desperation, Brent resorted to theft, snatching someone's money meant for exchange and fleeing.

The venue's security guards, a formidable bunch, were relentless in their pursuit, ensuring Brent didn't escape without consequence.

Upon capture, given Brent's prior lavish spending of three million, the venue's boss opted for a brutal punishment, severing three of Brent's fingers as retribution.