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
"Lord Horst's brother?" Everyone was aghast to hear that, especially Mike, whose face had gone as white as a sheet. He never expected the man to have that identity. Although his father and Lord Horst knew each other, they were merely acquaintances. However, the man before them was Lord Horst's brother, so it was clear who mattered more. He was doomed! "Weren't you showing off just now? Why don't you do it one more time?" The man in a suit planted his foot into Mike's chest, kicking him to the floor. "How dare you meddle with what I do! You must have a death wish!" With that, he gave Mike another two more blows. Mike gritted his teeth from the pain but couldn't say anything. "You bunch of stupid cunts! What makes you think you can boss me around? Get on your fucking knees. All of you! Break the legs of anyone who disobeys!" the man yelled, brandishing his blade. "On your knees!" His lackeys spat, their blades instantly resting on the students' necks. Shaking in terror, the s
"Um …"Everyone was shocked to see the man had been batted away. They never thought Dustin had the balls to hit someone. Besides having control over many men and being Lord Horst's younger brother, the man in the suit was well known for being a pompous devil. Even Mike, who came from a distinguished family, had to grovel before that man, yet Dustin dared to talk back against him and even beat him up. Where did he find the confidence to do that? "How could he hit Lord Horst's brother? Is he crazy?" "Offending Lord Horst is the same as offending Flame Dragon Gang. He's dead meat!" "What a fool! He probably doesn't even know who he just crossed." Everyone looked at Dustin like he was waiting to die. "H-how dare you hit me!" The suited man staggered to his feet, one side of his face swollen. As he spoke, two of his teeth fell out. "Didn't I tell you? I'll beat you up if you try to touch Mr. Robinson. Did you think I was joking?" Dustin responded nonchalantly. "You're dead me
After Lord Horst issued his command, the entire room was quickly emptied, and all the surveillance cameras were turned off. Mike and some of the students were huddled together in a corner, shaking and not daring to move. They were well aware that things were getting serious. "You seem quite calm, kid. Don't you know you're in deep shit?" Lord Horst was surprised. Usually, people would be quaking in fear after hearing him order his men to clear out a place, but Dustin was oddly indifferent about this. He couldn't tell if Dustin was brave or just foolish. "Really? I can't tell." Dustin shrugged. "I might consider letting you live if you chop off one of your hands and beg for forgiveness, so you better not whine that I never gave you a chance, kid." Lord Horst drew out a knife and tossed it. The blade landed next to Dustin with a clang. "I'm also giving you a chance to scram with your idiot of a brother before I beat you two up," Dustin replied calmly. The room fell silent ins