“William.” Seeing Brenton, William snapped back to the reason he was here. “You’re Brenton, right?”

William hadn’t met him in person but had seen his photos and competition videos.

“So what?” Brent replied coolly.

“I want to meet the person who treated your hand,” William said bluntly, his tone sharp, almost threatening.

Only then did Brenton remember who this William was—the third brother of the Newtons’ eldest son, and the rude man who had contacted him online last time demanding a miracle doctor.

“I already gave you the contact. Why don’t you reach out yourself?” Brenton asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Ten thousand. You take me to see the doctor.” William’s...