An Understated Dominance Chinese Novel

Chapter 1120

“Sheila Murray! They’ve got their morals all tangled up!”

Seeing the situation take a turn for the worse, Vivian began to stir the pot again: “Rescuing you from fire and water, repaying kindness with enmity – it’s all a load of rubbish!

Right from the start, when Dustin approached you, he had sinister motives. He hatched various schemes and calculations just to win your favour.

Everything he does and all his acts of kindness are nothing but a facade. You mustn’t let yourself be fooled!”

“You’re spot on! This bloke’s got hidden agendas written all over him. You’ve got to keep your wits about you at all times!” Chase Johnson remarked, squinting his eyes.

After hearing the words of a few others, the guilt Sheila Murray had just felt vanished in an instant.

Indeed, Dustin’s efforts to save her and lend a helping hand were all calculated moves, far from being acts of kindness.

If she hadn’t unveiled his true identity last night, she would have remained in the dark until now.

After all, it was Dustin who had deceived her. There was no need for her to feel guilty, grateful, or soft-hearted.

With this in mind, Sheila Murray took a deep breath, locked eyes with Dustin once more, and grew resolute: “Dustin! I don’t want to see you again. Please leave!”

“You…”

to stop him, his eyes filled with deep disappointment and

turned and exited the

was steadfast in kicking him out, so there was

old general, that was the

stroke of bad luck!” Vivian remarked, a look of disdain on

he steps

disrupt the banquet, that didn’t mean he had to let Dustin

you lay a hand on the eldest son of the

general has

made his way out of

beneath the starry sky and moonlight, a tall, silver-haired figure

commanded respect with her

for words or gestures – simply standing

a sense of

of meeting the

arrival prompted a swarm of guests to pour out of the hall

officials or influential figures, in the presence of a commanding woman like Sheila Murray, all had to bow

who had made quite the commotion earlier, were now as quiet as mice, scarcely daring to draw a

with a cheerful stride, taking the old woman’s