After releasing his grip, Hector calmly reached for a tissue offered by his assistant. He wiped his hands with an air of indifference, his eyes locked onto Raegan throughout, paying no attention to Brent.

But somehow, Brent couldn't help but feel oppressed by the aura exuded by Hector.

Though Brent had never met Mitchel in person, judging from Hector's handsome appearance and the luxurious car he had arrived in, Brent assumed he must be Raegan's man. Clutching his injured hand, he decided to exploit the situation.

“Are you the man with Raegan? I'm her uncle. If you want to save her today, you must pay me a million dollars for my injuries and the nursing fee."

Clearly, he intended to blackmail them.

Raegan, who was still in a daze, nearly burst into tears when she mistook Hector for Mitchel.

But upon closer inspection, she realized they merely shared a passing resemblance.

Hector's eyes were gentle, a stark contrast to his cold and handsome temperament.

Perhaps because he was slightly older than Mitchel, his eyes bore the weight of a life filled with experiences.

Undeterred, Brent persisted, "You two might not tie the knot yet, but I'm her uncle. How dare you lay a hand on me!"

Raegan hadn't expected Brent to be so shameless and even blackmail them. She couldn't help but scold him, “Shut up! Stop bothering this gentleman. I don't know him."

However, how could Brent believe it? After all, this was a rare opportunity for him to make a fortune out of it. He wasn't about to let it slip away so easily.

He added, "Dude, look at her. She has been with you for a while.

Don't you think it's time for you to shower me with some money? I'm being generous by asking for just one million dollars."

Hector turned his sharp gaze onto Brent.

Brent shuddered in fear under Hector's unwavering stare.

Instinctively, Brent understood it would be unwise to provoke someone of Hector's stature.

Yet, when he thought about the money, a glimmer of encouragement washed over him, but he still couldn't muster the courage to raise his voice.

"You are lucky, you know. My niece used to be courted by an ocean of men. Her looks are top-notch, and so is her figure. Don't be so tight-fisted. Otherwise, I might as well trade her for money myself."

Brent's words were vile and indecent, nothing like how an uncle should talk about his niece.