Spitting blood onto the ground, Brent snapped, “What an atrocious taste you have, moving from worse to the worst! At least the previous one spent five million on you! This one's nothing but a miser, a cheapskate..."

Raegan seized upon the crucial detail, fixing her gaze on Brent. "Who gave you five million?"

Realizing his blunder but for the intent of provoking Stefan, Brent made no effort to conceal it any longer. “It was the man you were with before, the one from the Dixon Group building. I trailed him to his office and told him how much my family had spent on you. Of course, I painted you as heartless, and without hesitation, he handed over five million, warning me not to trouble you further!"

Brent cast a challenging look at Stefan. "You don't seem short on funds. Yet, you're unwilling to spend a dime and still wish to keep a woman?"

Stefan's face darkened, his fists clenched tightly. He spoke icily.

"Do not slander Raegan. We are merely friends."

“Friends? Ha-ha, spare me... You mean to say you have no desire for her?" Setting aside everything else, Brent was quite confident in Raegan's allure. Since youth, she had possessed a striking charm and carried herself with the grace of a lady, distinct from other girls.

Brent's words only served to deepen Stefan's scowl. The typically gentle and refined Stefan finally let his anger surface. “Stop talking nonsense!"

Meanwhile, Raegan remained stunned by Brent's earlier revelation. She knew Brent was referring to Mitchel. But she never fathomed that Mitchel would clandestinely offer Brent five million just to keep Brent from harassing her.

No wonder, following that incident at the hospital, Brent never troubled her again. She had assumed Brent had a change of heart, but it appeared money was the sole reason for his silence.

Brent continued to spew nonsense at Stefan.

Raegan, disinterested in further confrontation, frowned and said to Stefan, “Let's go, Stefan.”

Observing the two preparing to depart, Brent, devoid of any gain, grew desperate. He shouted, “Aren't you curious about the secret?

It's not as simple as merely adopting you after finding you alone.

Don't you want to know?"

Raegan replied firmly, "I don't want to know."

Then, she turned and swiftly got into the car. Knowing if she expressed curiosity, Brent would be even less inclined to reveal anything substantial without gaining millions from her by spilling some minor details little by little, Raegan opted for the opposite approach.

However, as much as Raegan understood Brent, Brent also comprehended her. He sneered, "You think you can deceive me, little one? I don't believe for a second that you're not curious." Raegan had always been astute, never faltering in his presence.

Brent, feeling rather pleased with himself, continued, "Let me make it clear. Fifty million, not a cent less, or don't bother to..."

Before he could finish, Brent watched as the car window smoothly rose, cutting off his words from the outside. To his astonishment, the limousine began to move and departed!