"Wait!" Brent was hot on the car's heels, his voice desperate. "Stop!

Stop the car!"

But the car didn't even pause, pressing on instead.

Boom! The sound was deafening.

Brent tripped, tumbling hard onto the ground. His face was a mess, bloodied from the fall. Tears sprang to his eyes from the sharp pain, blurring his vision. As he squinted through the haze, he saw the car reversing toward him. The window slid down smoothly.

Raegan looked out, her face devoid of emotion. "Still want to talk?"

Brent, with his face smeared in blood and tears, looked utterly defeated. He knew well that he wouldn't find any trace of sympathy in Raegan today. "How much are you willing to give?"

Raegan mimicked his gesture, raising her hand and spreading her fingers.

A grimace flickered across Brent's bloodied lips. Yet, he was aware that the secret held value only to Raegan and was worthless to others. He closed his eyes, twisting his mouth in resignation. “Fine!

Five million it is. You hand over five million, and I'll spill everything, not a single falsehood."

Brent couldn't help but think he had dropped his price significantly, from fifty million down to five.

Raegan gave him a look that suggested she thought he was out of his mind. She corrected him with a cool demeanor, "I meant fifty."

Brent found himself at a loss for words. He was utterly astounded.

Overwhelmed by his feelings, he blurted out, "You're crazy, woman!

Who bargains like that!"

Unperturbed, as if she hadn't heard his outburst, Raegan calmly stated, "Forty."

Brent, incredulous, managed to say, “Crazy, you're really sick!"

Raegan allowed herself a slight smile. "This is my offer."

"You're making a fool of yourself!" Brent was about to explode.

Yet, Raegan remained unbothered, simply stating, "Twenty."