"What?" Dustin's face froze.
He never thought Natasha would say something like that. Taking a
closer look, he found that her beauty was different from Dahlia's. She
was sensual like Aphrodite, and her smile could take anyone's breath
away. In short, she was a natural femme fatale, ensnaring men with her
bewitching charms.
"Why are you so shocked? I'm just playing around." Natasha's breasts
heaved as she laughed heartily at Dustin's face. It was all Dustin could
do to tear his eyes away from her voluptuous curves. The more he looked
at her, the harder it was not to gawk at her figure.
"Mr. Rhys, back to the issue at hand. I need to ask a favor from you
again." Natasha's expression grew serious.
"What is it?" Dustin asked.
"You know that all my bodyguards are stationed at the hospital, so I
don't have anybody to protect me. Now that this incident has happened, no
one knows when the next attack could occu. I hope that you can be my
bodyguard and protect me 24/7," Natasha said in earnest.
"Personal bodyguard?" Dustin raised his eyebrows. "Ms. Harmon,
wouldn't it be better for you to stay at a safe place?"
"It's impossible, Mr. Rhys. For your information, the Harmon family
will be organizing a charity dinner tonight. As the main organizer, I
have to be present. What if someone appeared tonight and made a scene? A
damsel like me would be defenseless. Besides, who would bring you the
canscora if something unfortunate befell me?" Natasha blinked innocently.
"Well…" Dustin hesitated for a moment and nodded. "Alright, I'll
protect you."
Although it was a hassle, he had to do it for the canscora. Nothing
could be allowed to go wrong until he managed to get his hands on the
herb.
"Many thanks, Mr. Rhys." Natasha gave him a sly smile. Truth be told,
she was much more interested in the bodyguard than being protected.
…
It was the evening at the Mirage. The Mirage was the most prominent
club in Swinton. The building was as large as a hotel and inspired by the
Victorian period. It had gabled roofs, large bay windows, and decorative
sculptures. The interior was similarly designed, exuding grandeur and
magnificence. Outside, the club was surrounded by vast gardens,
vineyards, and even a man-made lake.
A black Benz stopped at the entrance of the Mirage. A gorgeous woman
dressed in a black evening gown got out of the car. She had flawless skin
and legs that went on for miles. Her intricate features complemented her
graceful motions. The second she arrived, everyone's eyes were drawn to
her as she outshone all the other women in her presence.
"What a beautiful woman! Is she a famous actress?"
"Her face and figure are of out of this world!"
"Isn't she the president of Quine Group? She is one of Swinton's Four
Beauties!"
People milling at the entrance whispered among themselves, marveling
at Dahlia's beauty. However, none of them went forward to introduce
themselves as they were too intimidated.
"I've never thought that the Mirage could be so grand! What beautiful
designs and sculptures!" Lyra exclaimed as she got out of the car.
"The Mirage is one of the main establishments of the Harmon family,
that's why the design and quality are impeccable. It is extremely
difficult for most people to get an invitation to the Mirage." Dahlia
surveyed the surroundings. Even with her high standards, she had to admit
that the Mirage was in a class of its own.
"Dahlia, there you are!" A bespectacled young man in a suit came up
to both of them. It was Chris, the second son of the Nolan family.
"Mr. Nolan, are you interested in tonight's charity dinner as well?"
Dahlia greeted him.
"I'm not interested in just any charity dinner. Having said that,
this dinner is organized by the Harmon family. Who wouldn't be
interested?" Chris answered with a smile.
The Harmon family was one of the Mighty Three, the top three most
reputable families in Swinton! Their financial power and influence were
unrivaled in Swinton. Many people would die for the chance to just enter
the Mirage, let alone to be invited to the Harmon family's charity
dinner.
"Mr. Nolan, are you sure that's all you are interested in?" Lyra
smirked knowingly.
"Of course I have an ulterior motive. I'm here to be of help to both
of you." Chris chuckled.
"Help us?" Lyra was confused.
"I heard rumors that the Quine Group is shortlisted to be one of the
Harmon family's partners. It's not easy to be partners of such a powerful
group, especially for Quine Group. That's why I'm here to put in a good
word on your behalf. This will boost the possibility of signing a
contract with the Harmon family!" Chris boasted, his voice filled with
confidence.
"That would be great! Thank you, Mr. Nolan!" Lyra was overjoyed.
If the Quine Group became partners with the Harmon family, not only
would this elevate the company's reputation, her status as secretary to
the president would rise significantly as well.
"You're welcome. Granting my relationship with Dahlia, this is no
trouble to me at all." Chris shot her a deliberate smile.
"Of course, we are already one family." Lyra returned the gesture.
Dahlia had not heard a word of their conversation. Her gaze was fixed
on a luxurious car in the distance. A man's silhouette was standing by
the car.
"Could that be Dustin?"
Dahlia finally recognized the man. After she found out the truth
about that fight, she had been feeling guilty about it. Dahlia decided to
address the misunderstanding since Dustin was coincidentally here. With
that thought, she walked up to him.
"Dustin!"
Dahlia was about to continue when she stopped in her tracks. She
noticed a striking figure next to Dustin. The woman was dressed in a
skin-tight, fiery red dress that showcased her tiny waist and alluring
curves. In addition, her porcelain skin and captivating features radiated
an aura of nobility, like a queen who had come to grace her presence on
her subjects.