An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Chapter 98

Chapter 98

Nighttime, in the interrogation room of the police station.

Dustin and Dahlia sat with their backs against each other, bound to the chairs in the middle of the room.

The air in the room was cool and damp, and darkness shrouded them completely. They could feel an invisible

weight on their shoulders.

“My bad, I didn’t mean to drag you into this mess,” Dustin spoke first.

“They claimed you stole some valuables. Is that true?” Dahlia asked, cutting to the chase.

“What do you think?”

“You don’t look that bold to me, so my guess is someone is trying to frame you. Does this have anything to do with the Cobra?”

“The Cobra is merely a pawn. The mastermind is none other than Duane Welch.”

“Duane Welch? Are you talking about Sir Anderson?” Dahlia was dumbstruck. “Weren’t you on fairly good terms with him before? Did you strike a nerve? How?”

“I punched him,” Dustin admitted flatly.

“What?” Dahlia choked, struggling to keep her calm, “You You dared hit Sir Anderson! Are you out of your

mind?!”

Sir Anderson wasn’t just anyone–he was like a brother to Mr. Anderson. Not to mention being of the

prominent Welch family of Millsburg! He was someone even the vicious, unyielding Cobra would kneel to. Yet

place a hand on him, the

hit back in self–defense.” Dustin didn’t seem bothered in the

act too rashly!” Dahlia fumed, “Who do you think Sir Anderson is? Do you think he’s someone

offend? One order from him is all it takes to wipe you

I’ve already offended him, there’s nothing else we can do than go with the flow,” Dustin said with

shrug.

Dahlia’s patience was running thin. She asserted, You better find an opening to call Natasha later. She’s the only one who can save

she felt an acrid taste at the back of her throat. Although she wouldn’t admit it if she didn’t have to, there was

the doorway and stepped into the room. He sat down on a chair

lamp made the two detainees squeeze their eyes shut

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Chapter 98

Dustin Rhys or something.” hissed the fat

eyes grew accustomed to the

I

who I am?” the

“No clue.”

Gardner,

fat man lifted his chin with

good chunk of her life mingling in this field,

of barbarian cruelty, always baying for the blood of his next victim. Any offenders who

were in grave

Gardner. We’ve heard a lot

anticipated the worst, Dustin seemed relatively calm and

I assume you’re familiar with my habits. I recommend that

cooperate. That is your only hope of leaving

a cigar, slid it between his

Gardner, what do you need my cooperation for?”

valuable items, and the law can sentence you to prison.

the original owner. If we reach a mutual agreement, no

will be pressed.”

didn’t steal anything. The Panax

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