What Do You Think You Are?

"Brentley, no matter what, we're friends, right? I'm begging you, please help Kirk!" Phoebe shouted at him, her face filled with desperation.

In the room, besides Phoebe and Kirk, Brentley was the only one capable of offering any assistance. Phoebe had pinned all her hopes on him.

"What can I do? There are too many of them; I can't take them all on!" Brentley's words shattered Phoebe's last glimmer of hope.

After all, he had stolen Brentley's account, making him anything but a good person in his eyes. Brentley thought this was the perfect opportunity to let Brother Beck and his gang teach Kirk a lesson.

Brentley had come to help Phoebe, and since she was not in immediate danger, he saw no reason to intervene. He had already texted Logan Rodriguez, and Logan's men were probably downstairs by now. If Phoebe were to get into any trouble, he would call them up. But as long as Phoebe was safe, Brentley had no intention of saving Kirk.

"Brentley, you..." Phoebe's wide, tear-filled eyes stared at him in disbelief. She never imagined he could be so heartless. Unable to contain her frustration, she yelled, "If you're not here to help, then why are you here? Just to watch the show?"

"Exactly," Brentley nodded slightly and continued, "Isn't this guy supposed to be "Gone with the Wind'? Shouldn't he be really tough? I don't think he needs my help."

Brentley's words were a clear hint to Phoebe. If Kirk were truly "Gone with the Wind," he would have a way to handle the situation. But seeing him beaten up and not daring to call for backup indicated that he was not the real "Gone with the Wind."

But at this moment, Phoebe couldn't understand what Brentley meant. She thought he was just jealous of Kirk because he liked her, which was why he chose to stand by and watch coldly.

"Brentley, you really disappoint me. Kirk has been beaten up so badly, and not only do you refuse to help, but you also have the nerve to make mocking remarks. I never thought you could be such a person!" Phoebe shouted at Brentley, her voice filled with agitation. He looked at Phoebe calmly and said nothing.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You just can't stand seeing me with Kirk because you like me and are jealous of him. But let me tell you, even if every man in the world were gone, I, Phoebe, would never like you. To me, you're nothing but a coward, a lowly coward!" Phoebe continued to shout, her voice growing louder.

Her words were like a knife stabbing into his heart. A flash of anger crossed his eyes, but he still remained silent and chose not to help Kirk.

"Coward, you're just a coward!" Phoebe screamed, her voice breaking as she saw Brentley remain unmoved.

Seeing Phoebe so anxious for Kirk, Brentley felt a strange thought arise in his mind. He couldn't tell if Phoebe was worried about Kirk or about the mysterious benefactor who showered her with gifts during live streams.

"Enough, everyone stop!" Brother Beck suddenly shouted.

Upon hearing Brother Beck's command, his men immediately ceased their actions.

"Kirk, are you okay? How are you feeling?"

Phoebe rushed to his side, tears streaming down her face as she asked him with a voice full of concern. Seeing how much Phoebe cared for Kirk, he felt a strange emotion stir within him.

"Phoebe, don't worry, I... I'm fine!" Kirk weakly replied, wiping the blood off his face with a trembling hand.

"How can you say you're fine when you're beaten up like this? I'm taking you to the hospital right now..." Phoebe said, her voice trembling as she helped Kirk to his feet and walked towards the door.

"Wait a minute!" Just then, Brother Beck's voice rang out.

"You've already beaten Kirk to this state, what more do you want?" Phoebe shouted, her voice filled with anxiety as she faced Brother Beck.

"Before you leave, I have a few words for you..." Brother Beck said, his face expressionless.

She took a deep breath, gritting her teeth as she asked, "Who are you people, and what do you want?"

"We are underlings of Young Master Jordan from Sunshire City. Today, we came because Young Master Jordan wants you to sign a contract within three days. If you don't sign it by then, we'll come back, and it won't be as simple as today. Do you understand?" Brother Beck said, his face lacking of emotion.

Phoebe's eyes flashed with a strange look as she stared at Brother Beck, but she remained silent. "Did you hear what I just said?" he demanded.

Brother Beck saw that Phoebe wasn't responding and continued to shout.

"I... I heard you!"

Phoebe's mind was solely focused on getting Kirk to the hospital as quickly as possible. She had no intention of wasting time arguing with him. "Good, since you heard me, my job here is done!"

Brother Beck smirked, then turned his gaze towards Kirk. In a cold voice, he said, "Kid, don't let me see you again. If I do, I'll beat you up every time. Got it?"

Kirk gritted his teeth, staring at Brother Beck. He was utterly devastated. His original plan was just to steal "Gone with the Wind" account and use it to scam some female streamers on the platform. He never imagined that this account would bring him so much trouble.

"I'm talking to you! Didn't you hear me?"

Brother Beck yelled louder when he saw Kirk wasn't responding.

"I got it..." Kirk shivered in fear and quickly nodded.

Seeing Kirk's frightened state, Brother Beck sneered with disdain, then turned and left with his men.

A moment later, Brother Beck and his group disappeared from her room.

"Kirk, let's go. I'll take you to the hospital right now. I'm so sorry about today. It's all my fault you got involved..." Phoebe said urgently, her face filled with worry.

"It's just some minor injuries. No need to go to the hospital," Kirk hesitated before replying in a low voice.

"No way, you can't just not go to the hospital when you're hurt this badly!"

Phoebe exclaimed as she tugged on Kirk, trying to pull him out of the room.

But just as Phoebe reached the door, Brentley suddenly stepped in and blocked her path, his face expressionless. "He can go to the hospital by himself. You don't need to go with him."

Phoebe's head snapped up at his words, her eyes blazing with anger. "Who do you think you are? What does it matter to you whether I go to the hospital or not?"