Chapter-75
"We are finished!"
When Draco saw that Mr. Gardner had been apprehended, his face paled in shock.
From Mr. Granville's appearance until the arrest of Mr. Gardner, Draco couldn't make sense of what was going on as everything had happened in a flash.
The only thing he could be sure of was that Mr. Granville did not let his son–in–law off the hook. This meant that he was going to be in trouble as well.
Draco thought that Mr. Granville was their savior. Who knew that he was here to bring them to justice?
This world could be so unpredictable!
Draco turned back and glanced at Dustin, who had remained silent all this while. He had an expression of indifference on his face as if he had known this would happen all along.
Who was this man, and why was Mr. Granville treating him with such respect?
Why would Lord Asmon have a grudge against such a monster?
"Arrest all the other men as well!" Mr. Granville barked an order. Draco and Mr. Gardner's men were all apprehended.
Mr. Gardner and Draco stared at each other in despair.
It was obvious that they would have to pay for their crimes.
"What–What's happening?" Natasha couldn't wrap her head around the plot twist.
She expected trouble when Mr. Granville appeared.
Unexpectedly Mr. Granville did not find fault with them. Furthermore, he fired Mr. Gardner and threw him into prison.
Who could have expected Mr. Granville to do such a thing to his own son–in–law?
"Am I dreaming? Is Mr. Granville on our side?"
Dahlia's eyes were wide with shock. She was also taken aback at Mr. Granville's actions.
When she knew of his relationship with Mr. Gardner, she was already prepared for the worst. At one point, Dahlia even thought that Dustin and she were doomed. However, the outcome was beyond belief.
Could Mr. Granville truly be a righteous and upright official?
"Are you Dustin? I can tell that you are a capable young man."
After he had tied up the loose ends, Mr. Granville walked up to Dustin with a rare smile on his stern face.
"Greetings, Mr. Granville." Dustin nodded politely.
"I'm very sorry for the inconvenience. Because of my incompetence, you had to go through such trouble. I humbly request for your understanding and forgiveness." Mr. Granville apologized.
"It is said that there will be rotten apples in every bunch. I find it very admirable for you to even bring your son–in–law to justice." Dustin smiled.
"Thank you for your consideration, young man. Now, I can finally stop worrying." Mr. Granville secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
No one knew that he received a call from the Governor of Millersburg not long ago. The only message given was to protect Dustin Rhys at any cost!
Dustin's background and influence must be unimaginable if the governor personally made a call to ensure his safety. In a city like Swinton, a person with such connections was untouchable! Mr. Granville and his men left in a hurry after greeting Dustin.
"Mr. Rhys, Ms. Nicholson. Are the both of you alright?" Hunter asked anxiously after everyone left.
"We're fine. Thanks for your help, Mr. Anderson." Dahlia nodded her thanks.
"It's nothing. Don't worry about it." Hunter nodded in return.
"Dustin, it seems you're having a good time!" Natasha came over, her heels clacking on the ground. She stared at Dustin with resentment, as if he had cheated on her.
"What do you mean?" Dustin said, puzzled.
"Am I mistaken?" Natasha crossed her arms and countered sarcastically. "When I heard that you were locked up, I was so worried that I went everywhere looking for help to get you released. On the other hand, you are here chatting with another woman. Why wouldn't you be having a good time?"
"Don't misread the situation. She was arrested because of me," Dustin replied awkwardly. "Is that true?" Natasha wasn't convinced.
"If that was the case, why are your hands clasped together so tightly?"
"What?" Dustin and Dahlia looked down simultaneously. They hadn't realized that their fingers were intertwined. Startled, they let go of each other immediately.
"I never thought a simple man like you would be a playboy. I'm so disappointed in you, Dustin! My devotion is wasted on you!" Natasha gave an exasperated sigh, turned around, and left.
"Ms. Harmon!" Dustin took a few steps toward Natasha before giving Dahlia a glance as if he had something to say to her.
"Why are you looking at me? Go after her. It's none of my business!" Dahlia faked a nonchalant tone and avoided his gaze.
"Alright. Use a cab to get home." With that, Dustin ran after Natasha.
Did Dustin really chase after Natasha? Dahlia gritted her teeth in annoyance. Did he not know that it was just a test to see whether he would prioritize her or Natasha? What a dolt!
She was sulky to get his attention, that's why she asked him to chase after Natasha. If she asked him to jump off a building, would he just obey like an idiot? The thought of Dustin spending time with Natasha irked her immensely.
"Ms. Harmon, please listen to my explanation!"
Dustin caught up to Natasha at the entrance. "Due to the dangerous circumstances, I had to protect Dahlia. I'm not thinking of getting back together with her."
"Is that true?" Natasha stared at him suspiciously.
"Of course! Why would I lie to you?" Dustin replied with a serious expression.
"Alright then, since you rushed out to explain to me, I'll forgive you on account of your sincerity!" Natasha suddenly grinned from ear to ear.
The disappointment and resentment on her face disappeared in a flash. Dustin was stunned at how quickly a woman's mood could change. Their emotions were as unpredictable as the weather. He couldn't help but suspect Natasha had just pulled a fast one on him.
"Dahlia, you're still a notch below me!" Natasha thought as she gave Dahlia a smug glance.
From Dustin's actions, it was obvious that he was more concerned about her than Dahlia.
"Let's go, I'll send you home," Natasha said with a bright smile.
"Not right now. I have to meet someone." Dustin shook his head.
"Meet someone? Who?" At this moment, in a beautiful villa.
Duane was talking to a young man dressed in luxurious clothes.
Behind that man, two female bodyguards stood at attention. They were armed with swords and emitted an unapproachable aura.
"Duane, what's this gemiphen that you are talking about? Is it really that powerful?" Oliver Williams took a sip of his coffee.
"Mr. Williams, I can assure you of its effects. I have personally tried the pill myself!" Duane boasted "confidently. "A gemiphen pill saved my life when I was close to death from internal injuries. I'm not exaggerating when I say this medicine could heal almost anything!"
"Talk is cheap. Where's the pill? Let me have a look." Oliver stretched out his palm.
"Due to the rarity of gemiphen, I do not have one with me right now."
"Are you joking? You called me here in the dead of the night for a deal. How could you not be prepared with the goods?" Oliver's eyes glinted coldly.
"Mr. Williams, please calm down. I would never dare to offend you. One of my men is on the way to obtain the prescription. I'm sure he will be here soon." Duane tried to appease him.
"For your sake, I hope he does. Don't you know the consequences of toying with a member of the Boulderthorn guild?" Oliver rapped impatiently on the table.
"Of course, Mr. Williams. Once I receive the prescription, I will start production immediately and present the first batch of gemiphen to you," Duane answered.
"That's more like it." Oliver nodded with satisfaction. "On my end, I will say a few good words about you to my father. Who knows? He might extend his support to you if he is in a good mood!"
"Thank you so much, Mr. Williams! I will not let you down!" Duane's face broke into smiles.
According to his research, not only could gemiphen heal severe internal injuries, but it could also accelerate the effects of training in martial artists.
If the pill was properly marketed, martial artists all over the world would be interested in getting this pill for themselves! That was why Duane contacted Boulderthorn Guild in the first place.
As one of the top guilds in the South, Boulderthorn's influence was spread far and wide.
Their guild members were in the hundreds of thousands, having top positions in politics, the military, and the business world.
If he was able to get an exclusive contract to supply gemiphen to the Boulderthorn guild, his wealth would be multiplied numerous folds. Being the top dog in Millsburg wouldn't be a farfetched dream.
"Duane, don't get ahead of yourself. If you want my father's support, first, you would have to supply us with gemiphen continuously. Secondly, loyalty is paramount. Do you understand?" Oliver said sternly.
"I will remember your advice, Mr. Williams!" Duane nodded.
While talking, they were interrupted by a commotion from the gardens. The noise sounded like a cacophony of curses and cries of pain.
"What's going on?" Duane frowned. At this moment, a bodyguard rushed into the room, his face pale as a sheet.
"Boss, someone trespassed into your villa!"
"What?" Duane's expression darkened. "Who's the punk who dared to trespass on my property?"
"It's too dark to identify the intruder. However, it is confirmed that he came alone," the bodyguard mumbled.
"Geez! What's wrong with the lot of you? Can't you handle even one person?" Duane roared in anger.
"Boss, that person was too powerful! Our men could not hold him down!" the bodyguard cried out helplessly. The man had infiltrated the villa as inconspicuously as a shadow. His movements were agile and his attacks ruthless. No number of bodyguards could stand up against him. With a flick of his finger, they were all blown away like leaves in the wind!
"According to your description, he must be a martial artist?" Duane scratched his chin in confusion.
"There are many martial artists in Swinton, however, few are on my level. Besides, they have started guilds of their own and rarely appear except for important occasions. They wouldn't trespass on my property without reason."
"Boss, now is not the time to contemplate these things. For your safety, it is better for you to flee!" the bodyguard advised Duane.
"Flee?" Duane scoffed. "How can I ever show my face in public if any simpleton could chase me away from my own villa?"
"But–But that man is too powerful! What if" the bodyguard trailed off.
"That's enough. I am curious to see the man's abilities for myself!" Duane was not intimidated at all. He had been well–trained in martial arts since childhood. How could he back down from a challenge?
"Duane, it seems you have met with some trouble. Do you need my help?" Oliver asked knowingly. "It's just a small inconvenience, Mr. Williams. Don't trouble yourself." Duane chuckled. "Please wait for a moment, I'll be back shortly after I settle this matter."
He stood up with a slight bow and left the room. Since someone came with a direct challenge, he had to accept it. Otherwise, it would be an insult to his training all these years. Outside, a silhouette dressed in white could be seen in the garden. It was Dustin, walking up the driveway to the villa. Numerous armed bodyguards surrounded him, trying to land an attack. However, it was pointless. They were like moths flying into a flame.
With every step Dustin took, the swirling energy around him blew the guards away if they got close enough. Howls and cries of pain rang out as he walked past the sea of bodyguards nonchalantly.
"If they were lucky, they only sustained broken arms and limbs. The unlucky ones died instantly on impact. None were strong enough to withstand his aura. In the end, Duane's men could only look on from a distance. They did not have the courage to even go up to him. They could only stare at him with the eyes of looking upon a monster.
Being fully trained bodyguards, they assumed that this would be a walk in the park. Who would have expected them to be completely defeated by a punk? Dustin made his way up to the villa's main doors, leaving a trail of dead bodies in his wake. Taking a deep breath, he roared, "Duane, come out and meet your maker!"