The driver brought the car to an immediate stop. Hector exited and strolled
unhurriedly toward the unfolding scene.
Raegan appeared notably fragile, her hair a tangled mess.
Enraged, Brent grasped Raegan’s hair once more. Lifting his hand, he yelled, “I'll
discipline you on your mother’s behalf today. Cross me again, and I'll sell you for
money!”
However, before Brent could slap Raegan again, his hand was firmly held by
Hector.
Hector was tall, his stature shielding against the glaring sunlight, and his eyes
met Raegan’s as he thwarted Brent.
“Miss, do you need any help?”
Hector was in good condition. He clenched his fist so hard that Brent almost cried
out in pain.
Brent struggled to break free from Hector’s grip, his voice trembling with anger.
“Who do you think you are? Why don’t you mind your own business...
Before Brent could finish his sentence, Hector snapped Brent's wrist, the sharp
crack causing Brent to yelp in pain.
“Ah! Are you out of your mind?”
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It took Brent a moment to understand what had just happened. Then, he
crumpled to the ground, writhing in pain and letting out piercing screams.
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.