Consequently, you'll be left with nothing..."

In Brent's perception, Raegan relied heavily on her physical attractiveness. For a person of her standing, those affluent would merely toy with her, never truly contemplating marriage.

Raegan regarded him with a chilly gaze. “If you have nothing meaningful to contribute, please leave."

"Considering the man next to you, he should be capable of affording such luxuries. If not, it's best to end things promptly. While youth and beauty are on your side, the identity of your bedfellow holds little significance. Naturally, you should seek out someone wealthy."

Brent narrowed his eyes, observing that the men Raegan favored were consistently youthful and attractive. But what good was their handsomeness if they were tightfisted with their finances?

Brent spoke with an air of experience. "Don't always prioritize looks.

The attractive ones tend to be miserly. Consider older ones. They know how to lavish you with care..."

Before he could finish, Raegan abruptly grabbed a stone and hurled it at Brent's mouth.

Instantly, Brent's mouth was shattered, blood flowing freely, adding to his already menacing appearance.

"Ouch!" Brent clutched his injured mouth, howling in agony.

A blur passed by. Brent didn't even catch sight of what had struck him. “You little wretch! What did you hit me with?"

Witnessing Brent's intense fury, Stefan swiftly shielded Raegan, warily monitoring Brent's every move.

Raegan curled her lip slightly. “Was I aiming for you? I thought it was just a filthy mouse constantly squeaking, noisy and low..."

At her words, Brent's rage intensified, knowing Raegan was mocking him. He couldn't hold back anymore!

Brent rubbed his split lips and fixed Stefan with a fierce glare.

"Do you have any idea how many men this bitch has been with? She's always been kept as a mistress by others. She's only interested in your money, and once it's gone, she'll discard you without a second thought..."

Brent's audacity knew no bounds.

Unable to endure any longer, Raegan shouted, “Brent, if you spread lies again, I'll call the police!"

"When have I ever spread lies? There was a respectable man who aided you at the hospital once, and I distinctly recall seeing you kiss a man in a luxury car! Don't tell me those men would marry a woman like you..."

Brent had only just sneaked in and hadn't stayed updated with the developments since then. If he had, he wouldn't dare utter such remarks.