Chapter 3

“F*ck off!”

Those two words were enough to scare Florence motionless. She had never thought that Dustin could be so scary when he was angry. He had always been so mild-tempered around them. He now looked like he could eat her alive.

When she finally got her wits back, Florence began screaming, “Help! Help! He’s murdering my son!”

Soon, the Quine Group’s security guards gathered around them.

“What happened, Mrs. Nicholson?” The head of the security guards recognized Florence and stood at her side immediately.

“Tom! Lock this guy up at once! I want him punished for beating up my son!” Florence yelled.

“Holy cow! How dare you cause trouble in front of the Quine Group? Have you lost your mind?” Tom waved his hand. All the security guards surrounded Dustin.

This was their chance to kiss up to the president’s mother. If they did well now, then they might get a promotion and a raise.

“What are you waiting for? Beat him up!”

Just as they were about to act, a voice sounded.

do you

her lips painted a fiery red, she was stunningly beautiful. Every move

“She’s gorgeous!”

stared at her lustily. She was one of the most attractive women

are

was getting and headed straight

“Who are you?”

his eyes at her, his anger

name is Natasha Harmon. Mr. Anderson sent me here,” the woman said

Harmon? Is she the

Why is she

all shocked. Natasha Harmon was a household name around the city. She was pretty, influential, and smart. At 22 years old, she had

“Ah, it’s you.”

Dustin nodded.

he hadn’t expected her to be involved with

wait in the car. I’ll deal

and advanced toward the crowd. Even though there were just four of them, their threatening auras

“After you, Mr. Rhys.”

car. Without a word, Dustin picked up

did you just let them go?” Florence yelled when she realized what

Nicholson, she’s Natasha Harmon. We don’t dare to offend her!” The head of

her, but you’re fine offending my daughter?”

at each other, not daring to

“What happened?”

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