Raegan warned.

"Call them, I dare you!" Brent retorted, his eyes defiant.

"You're the one who assaulted me, and I'm here visiting my mother. Who do you think you are?"

Just then, Kendra rushed in. Seeing Raegan's grandma's face covered in cake, she quickly began cleaning it with tissues.

Meanwhile, Raegan's grandmother weakly admonished, "You bastard! Don't bully Raegan.”

Brent touched his head, then chuckled menacingly.

"Mom, you're clearly not seeing things right. Who's bullying whom? I won't go anywhere until she compensates me!"

At this, Raegan's grandmother nearly fainted from anger.

Feeling for her grandmother, Raegan interjected, “Brent, let's take this outside."

Brent, figuring that Raegan would pay him a hefty sum, promptly followed her out. They exited the room and paused in the corridor.

“What the hell are you thinking?" Raegan cut to the chase.

Grinning insolently, Brent answered, “Look, Raegan. All I'm after is some compensation. Once that's settled, I won't place blame on you for the injury."

Raegan arched an eyebrow.

“You sold my grandma's house for one million dollars. What about that large amount of money?"

"I've spent it all. You know, I got a business to run. Just fork over five hundred thousand. Once I turn a profit, you'll get double back."

Scoffing, Raegan retorted, "A business? You mean gambling?"

Brent's expression shifted.

"What are you even talking about?"

"I had to change my grandma's number because your creditors wouldn't stop bothering her."

Caught in his lie, Brent gave a shameless grin.