Was it wrong for a mother to worry about her daughter's safety? So why couldn't Natasha understand her? "Isfrid!" Jessica called out. A voluptuous woman immediately hurried into the room. "Yes, Madam?" "Send an anonymous letter to Clement Lincoln to let him know everything Dustin has done," Jessica instructed. "Huh?" Isfrid was stunned. "A-are you sure, Madam?" Dustin had been severely injured just to save Natasha, yet Jessica was telling her to betray him. That was crossing the line. "Shut up and do as I say! Natasha will only be safe if we sacrifice Dustin. Hurry up!" Jessica ordered coldly. "Yes, Madam." Isfrid could only nod. Although she felt sorry for Dustin, as the Harmon family's shadow guard, she had no choice but to obey Jessica. …Meanwhile, a red BMW suddenly pulled up at the door of Peaceful Medical Center. The car door flung open, and Dakota Nicholson rushed into the building frenziedly. "I know you're here, Rhys! Come out!" she yelled. "Which uneduca
"You shameless bastard!" Dustin's repeated refusal angered Dakota, the proud daughter of a wealthy family. Usually, people would be tripping over their feet trying to flatter her, yet here Dustin was, ignoring her. "Who's the shameless one?" Dustin raised an eyebrow. "Have you been eating so much junk food that you fried your brain? This is Balerno, not Glenstead, so don't give me that attitude!" "You–" Dakota was so angry she gritted her teeth, but she couldn't do anything else since she desperately needed him to save her mother. She would have already struck him if her mother's life wasn't at stake. "What do you want, Rhys?" Dakota took a deep breath, trying to keep her anger at bay. "I won't make things difficult for you, for Dahlia's sake," Dustin answered. "I can save her, but first, I want you to stop that haughty attitude of yours and give me a sincere apology. Next, I want you to write a letter of apology." "Never!" Dakota balked. "How could I, the daughter of the Gle
"Hold on." "What now?" Dakota halted and spun around, impatient. "You haven't paid yet. This medicine is precious. You can just pay me ten million," Dustin casually told her. "What? A bottle like this costs ten million dollars? You might as well rob a bank!" Dakota fumed. "This is obviously easier than robbing a bank. You can always give it back if you find it too expensive." Dustin reached out to grab the bottle back. "You're shameless!" Dakota gritted her teeth and wrote up a ten-million-dollar check before leaving angrily. She'd made up her mind to make Dustin pay after her mother recovered. After half an hour, she reached the hospital. As soon as she returned to the ward, she saw a group of doctors gathered there, shaking their heads and sighing. Her mother, Jane, was lying on the hospital bed, unable to move. "You're back, Dakota!" Florence rushed forward and asked, "How did it go? Does he have the solution? If there's no other method, we'll have to seek out Dr. Cro
The doctors looked at each other in shock after seeing how lively Jane was. They couldn't believe that such a small pill had cured what a group of medical professionals had been unable to. It was incredible! Was that black pill a panacea or something? Getting over his shock, the bald doctor tentatively asked, "Ms. Nicholson, may I know what pill that is? Could we study it?" "Yeah, right. Fuck off!" Dakota immediately kicked him, making the man groan in pain. Knowing he had lost, he quickly led the other doctors out of the room in disappointment. "Who knew a small pill like this could be so powerful?" Florence was in awe. Despite its looks and smell, its effects were evident. "It may have cost ten million dollars, but it was worth it!" Dakota exclaimed happily. "What? Ten million?" The other two women instantly sprung up. "Are you joking, Dakota? A bottle like this costs ten million dollars?" Florence asked, wide-eyed. "Yeah! Were you tricked? How could this ordinary-l
"Enough. Stop fighting. Let us know what happened first." Florence said worriedly. "I'm not sure what happened either." James sobbed. "I blacked out after drinking with my friends. By the time I woke up, I was already in the car, and there was wreckage everywhere. I was so scared I ran away immediately, but I got caught the same night." "You did a hit-and-run? Do you know how severe this crime is? You won't be getting out without a decade or two of jail time!" Dahlia spat. "What?" James immediately paled. "I'm still young. I don't want to go to jail. Please save me!" "You have to pay the price for your mistakes. How can you think that you'll be safe after killing someone?" Dahlia sighed. Although she loved her brother dearly, she could do nothing about his crime. "Sis, Mom, help me! I swear I'll never do this again! I've learned my lesson, I swear!" James swore frantically, unable to stand the thought of living out his life in prison. "Calm down, James. I'll call you aunt r
"Fine, I'll do it …" Within an exclusive club, Luis couldn't help grinning when he heard the other voice from the phone. "Great. See you tonight. You better not stand me up again." With that, he hung up. The young men and women surrounding him immediately gave him a thumbs-up after learning what had happened. "Never thought a tiny trick like this could get that chick to obey you, Ms. Langford. You're incredible!" a blond man praised. Luis chuckled evilly. "She would never have agreed if I hadn't sent her brother in. Besides, how could I let a chick like her slip through my fingers like that?" None of the women he set his sights on have ever gotten away from him. All it took was some time and some tricks. Dahlia may look like an innocent woman, but as long as he used her friends and family as bait, she would surely bite. "I'm curious, Mr. Langford. Why would you marry her? You could have just had fun without getting married. This doesn't seem like something you'd do." The bl
Dahlia didn't pick up the first two times. It wasn't until his third attempt that the call got through. "Hey, Dahlia. Didn't you tell me to treat you to dinner? Why aren't you here yet?" Dustin asked. "About that … I'm sorry, but something came up. I might not be able to leave any time soon." Dahlia's voice sounded strange. "It's alright. Work is more important. Take your time. I won't bother you." Dustin answered understandingly despite the tinge of regret. Dahlia hummed. "I'll treat you another day." "Sure." Dustin smiled. He was just about to hang up when he heard a familiar voice. "Dahlia, who are you calling? Hurry up. You've got to drink with me—" With a beep, the call ended. "Sir, when is Ms. Nicholson arriving?" the manager asked. "She has something to deal with, so she can't come. You can put everything away. I'm sorry, everyone." Dustin smiled politely and got up to leave. Everyone exchanged confused glances. Why had the carefully planned dinner gone to wa
Inside the presidential suite, Florence helped Dahlia onto the bed and took off the younger woman's shoes. She then went to grab a basin of warm water to wipe Dahlia down. "Mom, I feel horrible. I want some water." Dahlia lay on the bed weakly, feeling parched. "Water won't work. I'll get you some milk. Wait here." Florence made up an excuse and quickly left the room, bumping into Luis straight away. "How's Dahlia doing, Mrs. Nicholson?" "She's fine. Nothing a night's sleep won't fix." Florence smiled. "Where are you heading, Mrs. Nicholson?" Luis asked again. "To get Dahlia some milk to ease her stomach ache." "I see …" Luis smiled knowingly. "No one sells milk nearby, so I'm afraid you'll have to search further. You might have to come back later too." "Are you sure? I'm pretty sure I saw a grocery store downstairs." Florence smiled awkwardly. "Are you questioning me?" Luis' smile slowly disappeared, an animalistic, cruel expression taking over. "O-of course not. G