Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 72

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Hector was in good condition. He clenched his fist so hard that Brent almost screamed in pain.

Brent struggled to free himself from Hector's grasp, his voice shaking with anger.

«Who do you think you are? Why don't you mind your own business?

Before Brent could finish his sentence, Hector broke his wrist, the loud snap causing Brent to scream in pain.

«Ah! Have you gone crazy?

It took Brent a moment to understand what had just happened. Then, he collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain and letting out heartbreaking screams.

After letting go, Héctor calmly took a tissue that his assistant offered him. He wiped his hands nonchalantly, keeping his eyes on Raegan the entire time, paying no attention to Brent.

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

Although Brent had never met Mitchel in person, judging by 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 take advantage of the situation.

«Are you the man who is with Raegan? I'm your uncle. “If you want to save her today, you must pay me one million dollars for my injuries and nursing fee.”

Clearly, he intended to blackmail them.

Raegan, still dazed, nearly burst into tears when she mistook Hector for Mitchel.

But upon closer inspection, he realized that they bore only a passing resemblance.

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

Perhaps because he was a little older than Mitchel, his eyes carried the weight of a life full of experiences.

Undeterred, Brent insisted, “You may not be married yet, but I'm her uncle. How dare you put your hand on me?

Raegan hadn't expected Brent to be so brazen and even blackmail them. He couldn't help but scold him: “Shut up! Stop bothering this man. "I don't know him."

But how could Brent believe it? After all, this was a unique opportunity for him to make a fortune with it. He wasn't going to let her get away that easily.

And he added: «Friend, look at her. It takes time with you.

Don't you think it's time you gave me some money? "I'm being generous by only asking for a million dollars."

Hector turned his sharp gaze towards Brent.

Brent shivered in fear under Hector's unwavering gaze.

Brent instinctively realized that it would be unwise to provoke someone of Hector's stature.

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

«You are lucky. My niece used to be courted by an ocean of men. Her appearance is top notch, and so is her figure. Don't be so stingy. If not, I could exchange it for money myself.

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

Raegan seethed with rage and felt a strong urge to put him in his place.

But someone beat him to it. Hector elegantly removed his leather gloves and used them to deliver a resounding slap to Brent's face.

A slap! The sound resonated loudly.

Brent vomited a mouthful of blood, his nose and mouth bleeding profusely. He howled in pain.

Héctor threw the gloves to the ground and trampled them with his boots.

His gentle demeanor had given way to an icy, unwavering gaze as he spoke.

"If you don't know how to speak, let me teach you."

Brent wailed pitifully.

«Raegan, I'm your uncle. "You can't stand by and watch them humiliate me like that."

However, Raegan coldly replied, "I don't have a guy like you."

Suddenly, the shrill sound of a police whistle pierced the air.

Brent's face changed radically. I didn't expect Raegan to have called the police. He tried to escape.

But they caught him red-handed and took him to the police station.

Raegan also went to the police station to recount the entire experience, with Hector as a witness.

The agent assured Raegan that Brent would be detained for at least a fortnight.

Raegan didn't want to make things too difficult for him. She just wanted to teach Brent a lesson and make him think twice before bullying her and her grandmother again.

However, he couldn't shake the feeling that Brent's sudden appearance was quite strange.

He had brought his grandmother to Ardlens without informing anyone.

How on earth had Brent located his grandmother's residence and pavilion with such precision?

The question tormented her, but it was impossible for Brent to answer her.

In the midst of his musings, a young police officer approached him and asked, "Excuse me, are you Raegan Hayes?"

Raegan looked at the police officer and he continued, “Do you remember me? I used to work at the Tenassie police station. "I'm Eric Happer."

The mention of his name triggered a memory. Raegan had spent years searching for the hit-and-run suspect responsible for her father's death.

Even after moving to Ardlens, he returned every year to continue the case, but there had been no progress.

Eric, recently transferred to the Tenassie police station, had met Raegan a year earlier. Raegan's father's accident had been especially tragic, and Raegan's striking appearance had impressed him.

Eric continued: “A few days ago, I learned from a former colleague that a recently captured fugitive had confessed to the police. The crime scene was not far from the scene of your father's accident. The fugitive mentioned seeing a suspicious vehicle. “The details are still being investigated.”

The revelation surprised Raegan. Although he had barely spoken about the incident in recent years, he had never forgotten it.

She immediately exchanged contact information with Eric, asking him to keep her informed of any developments.

After taking care of everything, Raegan was about to return to the residence when Hector's car stopped right in front of her.

Raegan stood by the road and thanked him from the bottom of her heart.

“Don't mention it,” Hector replied, his voice soft and devoid of the cruelty she had witnessed when he mercilessly broke Brent's wrist.

He seemed like a completely different person.

«Where are you going? Let me take you,” Hector offered.

«He is very kind, but I don't want to bother him anymore.

"I'll order a taxi."

Héctor looked at her and said nonchalantly: “It's no big deal. Get in the car.

His tone was carefree, but there was an undeniable charm in his voice.

Grateful for his help, Raegan didn't protest and obediently climbed into the car.

As soon as she settled down, Héctor handed her a handkerchief and pointed to her right cheek.

Raegan examined herself through the car window and saw some blood stains on her face. The scarf gave off a light sandalwood scent and was exceptionally soft.

Feeling a little uncomfortable wearing such a fancy handkerchief, she said, “Sir, a handkerchief will do.”

"Don't worry. "Use the tissue and throw it away when you're done."

Raegan still thought that wearing a scarf like that was inappropriate, and handed the scarf back to Hector.

After studying Raegan for a moment, Hector handed her the tissue back and handed her a tissue.

After that, Hector seemed a little fatigued. He closed his eyes and didn't say another word.

Upon reaching their destination, Raegan got out of the car and expressed her gratitude.

Unexpectedly, Héctor looked at her and said, "You remind me of a friend of mine."

Raegan dismissed it as a platitude, half expecting him to ask for her phone number. He had already made a polite refusal.

But, to her surprise, Héctor didn't say anything else. He simply rolled up the window and drove away.

Raegan didn't give it any more thought and entered the residence.

Meanwhile, in the car, Hector watched Raegan's retreating figure, his expression containing a hidden meaning.

A thought crossed his mind as he murmured, “She, is that you?”

After a moment, he closed his eyes and issued a cold order: "Investigate this woman immediately."

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