Chapter 289

"Allow me to introduce Dr. Fustin Dox," Allison said quickly.

"Never heard of him. Is he famous?" Gareth said dismissively. He barely spared Dustin a glance as he sipped his tea.

Arthur, who was seated nearby, leaned toward Allison and said in a low voice, "Allison, Mr. Graves is a living legend in medicine. He's practically a national treasure. How could you seat a complete nobody beside him? Aren't you worried about offending him?" "But that young man isn't ordinary..." Allison hesitated.

"Not ordinary? Compared to Mr. Graves? Nonsense! Not just anyone deserves to sit with him," Arthur said coldly as his face darkened.

Allison felt trapped. Her mind raced for a solution.

She resolved to ask Dustin if he would mind moving to allow Gareth his rightful place of honor.

Just as she was about to speak, Dustin's voice rang out unexpectedly.

"Who is this 'Mr. Graves'? Sounds like an inflated title. Is he even a big deal?" His words stunned everyone into silence.

Allison froze mid-step in disbelief.

Around the room, eyes widened as though they were looking at someone who had completely lost their mind.

Did he just imply he did not know who Mr. Graves was?

That was nothing to brag about.

Mr. Graves was a titan. He was an undisputed authority and a household

Gareth's face darkened.

Crash!

on the ground,

he demanded in a

was ready to attack Dustin

a sharp voice, "You insolent fool! How dare you insult Mr. Graves?" Dustin turned to him without

insult landed like a slap and left

second son?

Barbenheim's eldest son, Alvin, and Lord Barbenheim himself both met their end

family had been slaughtered, and the injustice had been ignored by the very household that claimed authority over the western region. For over a decade, Lord Barbenheim had done nothing to seek

What a farce!

dare a commoner like you talk

eighth grade martial artist and was

lunged and reached out a hand to

barely moved. With a flick of his wrist, he sent Arthur flying across the room. Arthur landed face-first in a humiliating sprawl. An eighth grade martial artist was no better

hall fell into

and powerful. Yet this mysterious

fingers to her temples

turning out to be quite

him such

was a death sentence, even for a Legendary Martial

feet, his

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