At noon, in the president's office of the Quine Group.
Dahlia was distracted while reading her documents. Her mind was
completely occupied by Dustin. She was worried that Trevor would track
down Dustin. If that happened, Dustin would be doomed. "Lyra!" Finally,
Dahlia couldn't hold herself back after imagining all the possible
scenarios. "Ms. Nicholson, how can I help you?" Lyra came in after
knocking. "Help me prepare some gifts. I'm going to the Drey Group,"
Dahlia said. "The Drey Group? Isn't that Sir Spanner's place?" Lyra was
shocked. "That's right. I want to talk to him." Dahlia nodded. "Why do
you want to talk to him? Is it about Dustin?" Lyra panicked. "Ms.
Nicholson, please calm down! Sir Spanner is still angry. Why would you
visit him and poke the hornet's nest?" "No matter what, I have to try!"
Dahlia was adamant. "Wait! We still have Mr. Nolan! He said he would
help. Why don't we wait some more?" Lyra advised Dahlia. "We've waited
for one whole night, and there's still no news from him. I don't think
he'll be able to help us. I have to do this myself." Dahlia shook her
head. "Ms. Nicholson, don't we have any better way? Why don't we think
about it again?" Lyra was worried. "Dustin got into trouble because of
me. I can't sit still and do nothing. Go do as I say." Dahlia waved her
hand. Seeing the determination in Dahlia's eyes, Lyra couldn't help
sighing. Left with no choice, she had to obey Dahlia's order. She knew
that Dahlia wouldn't change her mind once she made up her mind. 30
minutes later, they arrived at Drey Group. "Lyra, you can wait in the
car. You don't have to go in with me." Dahlia ordered. "No way.
We must help each other out through thick and thin. How can I let
you take all the risk by yourself?" Lyra was a loyal person. "This is
dangerous. Just in case, I need you to wait outside. Call the police if I
don't come out in half an hour, got it?" Dahlia looked serious. "Alright!
I will make sure to complete my task!" Lyra nodded vigorously. She knew
that she had a great responsibility. It was entirely up to her whether
Dahlia could return safely. "I'll go in then." Without saying much,
Dahlia opened the door and entered the building. with Unlike ordinary
companies, the people in the Drey Group were all buff guys tattoos. One
could tell that they weren't kind people. After Dahlia reported her
identity, a bald guy led her to an office on the top floor. In the
office, the bearded Trevor sat calmly on a sofa with a cigar in his
mouth. "Are you Ms. Nicholson from the Quine Group?" Seeing Dahlia enter
his office, Trevor narrowed his eyes. "As expected, you're gorgeous. No
wonder my useless son would get into a fight with other people for you."
"Sir Spanner, may I ask how your son is doing?" "He's fine. He won't die,
but he's crippled," Trevor said faintly. "Crippled?" The look in Dahlia's
eyes wavered. Although Trevor sounded calm, he couldn't hide the anger in
his eyes. "So, what do you plan to do about this?" Trevor crossed his
legs on the table and sat comfortably. "Sir Spanner, I'm the one who
caused everything and am willing to take full responsibility for this. I
hope you can be generous and let Dustin go," Dahlia said solemnly. "You
want to take responsibility? Are you sure you can do that?" Trevor
grinned evilly. "I will hire the best doctors to treat your son. Also, I
will bear the corresponding compensation. Just tell me how much you
need," Dahlia continued. "I don't need money." Suddenly, Trevor put a
bottle of alcohol on the table. "If you really want to negotiate Chapter
21 with me, finish this bottle of alcohol first." "I…" Dahlia was put in
a difficult position. She wasn't good at drinking. She didn't know if she
could handle it after drinking the whole bottle. "What's wrong? You don't
want to drink it? In that case, no deal." Trevor waved his hand. "I'll
drink it!" Dahlia hesitated for a few seconds. Eventually, she picked up
the bottle. A bottle of alcohol was nothing compared to Dustin's life.
Hence, she took a deep breath, put the bottle in front of her mouth, and
started gulping down the alcohol. After finishing one–third of the
alcohol, she began to cough violently, and her face turned red. Gritting
her teeth, she ignored the discomfort and continued drinking. She began
to feel dizzy when she finished two–thirds of the bottle. Panting
slightly, she finished the whole bottle. "Sir Spanner, are you satisfied
now?" Staggering, Dahlia grabbed the table. "Haha, interesting." Trevor
smiled teasingly. "Since you seem sincere, I'll give you another chance.
Take off our clothes now." "What?" Dahlia frowned. "Sir Spanner, what do
you mean?" "Don't you understand? I want you to take off your clothes and
serve me. I will consider letting you go if you manage to satisfy me. To
be completely honest, even though I've slept with many women, I've never
done so with a woman as stunning as you." Trevor smirked. Dahlia's face
darkened as soon as she heard that. His son, Edward, was a greedy
pervert. She never expected his father to be the same. Indeed, an apple
didn't fall far from the tree! "Sir Spanner, I can promise you anything
else except for this!" Dahlia begged desperately. "Except for this?
Haha…" Trevor threatened evilly, "You should know how powerful I am. You
should be honored that I'm willing to talk to you. If I don't want to
talk to you, Chapter there will be no use, even if you strip yourself
naked and kneel before me. You better think twice! I'll go take a shower,
you better have all your clothes removed when I come back. Otherwise, I'm
going to do it myself! By then, I won't be alone, all my brothers outside
will join me!" Dahlia's face turned pale when she heard that. She
suddenly realized that she had thrown herself into the lion's den.