An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

Chapter 1417: Evil King of the World

Huff… huff…

Ian was panting heavily, his body drenched in cold sweat. He felt like he had just survived a catastrophe.

He had never imagined that the young man by Lady Natasha’s side, this so-called “little white face,” would be so strong and audacious, completely disregarding the importance of the Bryant family.

Was he just arrogant and ignorant?

Or did he have some kind of backing that made him fearless?

“Master Ian, are you okay?”

At this moment, Carlos and Roselyn approached cautiously, expressing their loyalty while trying to comfort Ian.

All the bluster against Dustin had been to win Ian’s favor.

If they could become his trusted confidants, they would enter the upper echelons.

Success and prosperity were within their grasp!

“Master Ian, you didn’t need to be afraid of him just now. You could have confronted him head-on, and I doubt he would have dared to do anything to you!” Roselyn said, pointing her chin at Dustin, full of pride and disdain.

her eyes, Dustin was merely

someone had a somewhat normal mind, they wouldn’t dare to challenge the

you can always give it another

glared. “Master Ian, reinforcements will be here soon. Just give the word, and I promise he’ll pay a

“Shut the hell up!”

and he delivered a

Thud!

A muffled sound.

back, and she stumbled back several steps, collapsing onto the ground. Her nose was flattened, her front teeth broken,

that punch alone would have been enough

hit me?” Roselyn covered her mouth and nose, her face full

couldn’t understand where she had gone wrong. She thought she was helping, so why did she suddenly get punched

Carlos beside her also wore a bewildered

What was happening?

rendered unable to distinguish friend from foe, whether they were allies or

you? I wish I could chop you into pieces!” Ian gritted his teeth,

to speak, but before he could finish, Ian backhanded him with a slap to the face, shouting, “Damn it! Who do you think you are, you worthless piece of crap?

“What?!”

the force

he felt

his enemy, and venting on us? Is there any justice