chapter-129
"To tell you the truth, Mr. Rhys is a tight buddy of mine. We'd give our lives up for each other. In fact, I had a night out drinking with him just yesterday! As long as I put a word in for you, he'll definitely do me this favor!" Mr. Marcs assured. Dustin chuckled lightly at that. What an artful liar!
"Hey! What are you sniggering at?" Mr. Marcs glared at Dustin.
"Ignore him, Harvey. He's just a loser." Julie rolled her eyes.
"Mr. Marcs, if you can get me the company's rights, I'll be sure to repay you handsomely!" Matt promised.
"Haha! No problem! I'll get it done!" Mr. Marcs was beyond elated.
"Thank you, Mr. Marcs!" Matt grinned too. Judging from the high demand for Immortunol, he would soon be filthy rich once he got the company's rights. And then, he would have no difficulty restoring his family to its former glory!
"Mr. Matt, I happen to have another business opportunity apart from the company's rights. Would you be interested?" Mr. Marcs asked sneakily.
"Oh? And what business opportunity is that?" Matt raised a brow.
Mr. Marcs looked around him and said softly. "Our companies demand a very high quality on Immortunol, so products that do not reach the benchmark will be destroyed. Several of us managers agree that that's a waste, so we kept those substandard products and plan on selling them off. If you want them, I can sell them to you at a really good price."
"Substandard products? What good will they do?" Julie wondered aloud.
"See, Julie, they may be substandard and less effective, but they can easily be passed off as quality products. Nobody can tell them apart from genuine Immortunols when they are put together!" Mr. Marcs smiled profoundly.
"Really?" Julie's eyes lit up.
"When have I ever lied to you? Here, how's this? If you take them, I'll sell them at a fifth of the original price. You can sell them off and earn a great deal!" Mr. Marcs proposed..
"That sounds amazing! Thank you, Harvey!" Julie was overjoyed.
"What do you think of this deal, Mr. Matt?" Mr. Marcs' gaze bore into him.
"It's a great deal, no doubt! I'll take however much of the stock you have, Mr. Marcs!" Matt beamed. It was a steal to be able to purchase Immortunol at a fifth of the original price. Matt was not one to let such a good offer pass him by. As for the quality of the products, he couldn't care less about that. All he cared about was that he'd make money from them. If anything were to
"You! How dare you hit me?" Mr. Marcs held his face, which still burned from the smack. A mix of anger and shock was evident on his face.
With the Harmons behind him, people fought to curry favor with him everywhere he went. When has anyone ever had the gall to hit him?
"So what if I smacked you? As an employee, you're supposed to uphold the standards of the company.
but look what you're doing! You steal from the company and mix substandard products with quality products. I think you deserve every bit of that smack!" As Dustin spoke, he went up and delivered a few more smacks. Mr. Marcs saw stars and bled from both his nose and mouth. The commotion attracted a lot of onlookers.
"Goodness! Who's this? How dare he hit Mr. Marcs?"
"Wreaking havoc on Harmons' premise! I gotta say, he's something else!"
"I think he's just ignorant. He's going to end up in a lot of trouble!"
The crowd gathered around to watch and exchanged comments among themselves.
"Rhys! Are you out of your mind? Stop it this instant!" Shocked, Julie halted him immediately.
"Dustin! Have you any idea how much trouble you've gotten yourself into? How dare you hit Mr. Marcs? You're not getting out of this door in one piece today!" Matt roared.
But Dustin was not the least bit fazed. He went ahead and gave Mr. Marcs another round of beatings.
He could let things slide if all he did was run his mouth and be unrepentant about them. But he was even about to get violent! How reckless! That did not sit well with Dustin at all.
"Security! Someone! Anyone!" Mr. Marcs shouted in agony. Soon, a large number of guards swarmed over. They had Dustin surrounded in less than a minute.
"Rhys! How dare you beat Mr. Marcs up! You'll be sorry!" Julie scowled when she saw that they had backup. She looked at Dustin, waiting to see what misfortune would befall him.
"Hmph! You ignorant fool! Nobody can save you now!" Matt also basked in the pleasure of seeing Dustin get Into trouble with Mr. Marcs.
Dustin had rubbed him the wrong way for quite a while now. He simply hadn't taken action yet because he had an image to uphold. Matt couldn't be happier now that someone was about to teach Dustin a lesson.
"What are you guys doing just standing there? I want to see his arms and legs broken. Right now! I'll bear the consequences!" Mr. Marcs hollered at the guards as he pointed his finger at Dustin.
"What's going on?" A loud voice rang just as the guards were about to get rough.
A man with a squarish face rushed over with an imposing presence. He had several men following behind him. Dustin spared him a glance and recognized him as Morgan Finn, the vice president of Harmon Pharmaceuticals.
The moment they caught sight of him, the crowd made way for him to pass through. Even Mr. Marcs, who had been barking orders at the guards, quieted down.
"Is this their superior? We can't be so unlucky, can we?" Julie wondered. She gulped dryly, an inexplicable anxiousness coming over her. She could tell that this man approaching them was someone of status based on how much Mr. Marcs feared him.
"This bastard really lucked out!" Matt thought as he gritted his teeth out of annoyance. He had thought that Mr. Marcs would be able to avenge his grudge against Dustin, but this man's unexpected appearance seemed to have ruined that.
"Mr. Finn, you've come at the right time. This man here is stealing from the company when he should be protecting it. He's stolen and sold substandard products. This will badly tarnish the company's reputation. You need to arrest him," Dustin said as he pointed at Mr. Marcs.
Morgan squinted and hummed lightly. "Oh? Are you telling me what I should be doing? And who are you to be doing that? Do I even know you?"
"Mr. Finn, we've met before," Dustin replied.
"So what? I've met lots of people. Am I supposed to know all of them?" Morgan gave Dustin a derogatory once over. "Also, who do you think you are? Who are you to butt into the internal affairs of the company?"
Dustin frowned when he heard what Morgan had to say. "Mr. Finn, as vice president of the company, are you not going to look into actions that will ruin the company's reputation?"
"Whether or not I look into the matter is my call to make. What evidence have you got to claim that Mr. Marcs is selling substandard products?"
"You want evidence? Here's your evidence!" Dustin kicked the box over, spilling Immortunol all over the ground.
"Hey, young man, so what if these Immortunols are substandard? How are you going to prove that they belong to Mr. Marcs? Who's to say you didn't steal them?" Morgan retaliated.
Mr. Marcs was taken aback for a moment, but he quickly reacted. "That's right! Mr. Finn, this fella here is a thief! I caught him stealing from us! I did not expect this brazen rascal to fight back so violently! He's truly heinous and despicable!"
"I can vouch for that! He's the one who stole the Immortunols!" Julie added.