Dustin felt the softness in his arms and the familiar scent tingling his nose. He broke into a smile. He could tell from her uncontrolled crying that she cared greatly about him. "Okay, now. Stop crying. Your tears are wetting this new shirt I bought two days ago." After some hugging, Dustin finally opened his mouth. "What's the big deal? I'll just pay for the shirt." She let go of him and didn't forget to give him a pinch in the waist, sending him grimacing in pain. "And what was that just now? Why didn't you escape sooner?" she confronted him. "He's a ticking time bomb—no pun intended. Of course, I had to subdue him before I left," he answered matter-of-factly. "I know you're great at fighting, but you have to care about your safety. He had bombs strapped on his body. What if he got you killed in an explosion?" she protested. He grinned and replied, "But I'm all well." "It's all because of your dumb luck. You'd better not push your luck the next time!" she warned him. "
"Hmph!" Dahlia refused to talk to him. Before leaving, she made sure to stomp hard on his foot. Thus, the brutal and unfortunate episode came to an end. The authorities arrived soon after the explosion. The fire brigade helped to clear the scene and put out the fire. At the end of the day, the authorities publicly announced the cause of the explosion, blaming it on a gas explosion. …Three days went by in the blink of an eye. During this time, Dahlia and her family returned to the Nicholson family home to keep Henry Nicholson company. The Glenstead Nicholsons, meanwhile, sent a team to investigate Gloria and Dakota's deaths, but after learning that the murderer, Edwin Hummer, had died in a suicide bombing, they had no choice but to close the case. Notably, Regulus Nicholson made the decision to confirm Dahlia's role as the chairman of the Cardinal Group. It was only time before she was officially acting in the chairman's capacity. During the three days, Dustin received surpr
"Hey, how can you be so stubborn?" Dustin's one-track mind made Ruth blow her top. "My sister didn't tell you for your own sake. Otherwise, you'd always be at risk of a fatal disaster!" "Hmph, I've been through rain and fire for years. Is there anything I haven't encountered before? I stand by my words—if you don't say it, I'll go ask myself!" Dustin said resolutely. "You …" Ruth stamped her feet in fury, but she didn't know how to rebut. After a moment, she shook her head helplessly. "It seems like my sister was right; you won't give it a rest. I really don't know if this is a blessing or a curse. Didn't you say you want to go to Millsburg to see my sister? Fine … I can take you there, but you have to listen to me. You can't act rashly! Or else my sister and I will also get dragged down with you. Got it?" "Alright!" Dustin agreed. Right now, he only wanted to see for himself that Natasha was fine. "Tidy up. I'll wait for you in the car," Ruth said, then went straight to the ca
Dustin accepted the cup with both hands and said, "Mr. Robinson, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you for the next few days." "It's no trouble. It's what I should do." Edmund Robinson smiled. "Ms. Harmon saved me before, and my family is hugely grateful for her. Any opportunity to repay Ms. Harmon is my honor." "Really? I didn't know Natasha was so beloved," Dustin said with a chuckle. "Why, of course!" Edmund said, his voice tinged with pride. "I watched Ms. Harmon grow up. No one can say anything about her character—no one in Millsburg can measure up to her!" "I can tell." Dustin nodded, smiling. "Mr. Rhys, look at me. I was all focused on chatting that I almost forgot to do my job. Have you eaten? Please wait a moment while I whip something up," Edmund said, hurrying into the kitchen and getting to work. He looked like a proper househusband. Dustin smiled softly. Sipping at the tea in his hand, he surveyed his surroundings. The villa consisted of two floors, complete
"Something happened? What happened?" Edmund was stunned, unable to react. "My daughter just called to tell me that Abigail got into a conflict at the karaoke bar, and both sides got into a fight! You should hurry over and check on her!" the neighbor urged. "What? A fight?!" Edmund was startled. He immediately threw down his cutlery and ran to the door, but then, he turned around suddenly and said, "Mr. Rhys, I truly apologize, but something happened to my daughter, and I need to go handle it." "I'll go with you." Dustin stood. It wasn't good to just mooch off someone in their house. If he could lend a hand in any way, he naturally wouldn't be stingy. "Well …" Edmund was a bit conflicted. "Don't worry. I won't make things worse." Dustin smiled. "Edmund, don't dawdle any longer. More people means more power. Hurry!" the neighbor prompted again."Alright …" Edmund nodded. Without another word, he got in his Mazda and drove off. He couldn't care about anything else right now.
"How dare you hit my father?" Abigail flew into a rage. She picked up a beer bottle, about to swing it, but Edmund stopped her. "Abigail, don't be impulsive!" "What, are you going to hit me again? Why don't you try? If you as much as harm a hair on my head, not a single person in this room will walk out of here tonight!" The man in the suit laughed icily. "Young man, it's just a misunderstanding. Once you cool down, we can talk nicely," Edmund said, smiling apologetically. "Talk? Hmph, what right do you have to talk to me?" The man lifted his broken watch and said disdainfully, "Do you know what watch this is? It's a limited edition Patek watch that costs eight hundred thousand dollars! Now, your daughter broke it. Tell me, how will you handle it?" "Eight hundred thousand dollars? That expensive?" Edmund was thunderstruck. He only earned a few thousand dollars a month. He didn't know how many years it'd take to save up eight hundred thousand dollars. "What, didn't you want
Mike assumed an aggressive stance, his eyes sharp. With his tall, buff body, he did look rather threatening. The girls standing behind him stared at him with sparkling eyes, their hearts pounding. What young woman wasn't a romantic at heart? They had fantasized about being a damsel in distress saved by prince charming more than once. "Punk, do you know who the fuck I am? How dare you stick your nose in my business?!" The man in the suit cupped his bleeding head, his eyes dark. "I don't care who you are. If you don't kneel and apologize today, don't blame me if I shatter your legs!" Mike waved his bat. "That's right, apologize!" his group of buddies crowed. Boys at their age naturally had no fear. "Great! A group of prepubescent boys dares behave so arrogantly in front of me? Just you wait!" the man spat harshly as he attempted to slip away. "Fuck, who said you could go?" Furious, Mike swung the bat at the man's legs. The latter stumbled and almost crashed to the floor. "Boy
Mike turned his attention to Dustin, who was standing next to Mr. Robinson. He couldn't help feeling threatened by Dustin's calm demeanor and good looks. "This is Mr. Rhys, our family's honored guest. He came over to help out." Mr. Robinson explained. "Help out?" Abigail humphed disdainfully. "He hasn't said a single thing since he arrived. You call that helping out?" "She's right! Although he has good looks, it's embarrassing how much of a scaredy-cat he is." The short-haired girl shook her head. While none of the other girls spoke, it was clear that they were all secretly looking down on Dustin. What was the point of being so handsome if he was going to run at the first sign of trouble? He was nothing but an utterly unreliable man. "A man should act like one, buddy. You shouldn't try to break up a fight if you're scared, or you might get hurt." Mike sniggered and patted Dustin's shoulder. Dustin smiled without saying anything, unbothered by those measly words. "Well, si