"He is my father." Dustin was shocked. He didn't expect
the two of them to be related. "I heard Trevor has a son called Edward.
Who are you then?" "My name is Mason. I'm Trevor's illegitimate son." The
man bowed his head as he explained, "Trevor forced himself on my mother
and got her pregnant. In order to save his image, he kept my existence in
the dark and made me his foster son instead." "So, you hate him?" Dustin
asked. "Yes!" Mason gritted his teeth and seethed angrily, "He abandoned
my mother and me, leaving us impoverished all those years ago. Now, he's
only using me as a pawn to assist Edward. I can't let them trample over
me again. I must get back what's mine!" "Good." Dustin nodded in
approval. "Since you're ambitious, I will help you. If you do as I say, I
will not only help you climb the ladder but also help you rule over
Swinton." "Thank you!" Delighted, Mason immediately knelt on the ground
to show his gratitude. As wise as Mason was, he could tell that Dustin
was an extraordinary man. After all, the latter had taken down the entire
Drey Group all by himself, so his capability was unfathomable. Working by
Dustin's side would no doubt make Mason's future bright. "You can call me
Mr. Rhys. If you need anything next time, feel free to give me a call.
All I ask is your loyalty," Dustin reminded. "I swear to be loyal to you
until the day I die, Mr. Rhys!" Mason nodded, determined. "You know what
to do from here, right?" "Yes. Whatever happened today is on me. You have
no involvement at all," Mason replied shrewdly. "You're smart." Dustin
smiled. The pawn he found had some potential. Suddenly, the phone on the
table vibrated. Only after getting Dustin's permission did Mason answer
the call. "Hey, what's up? You need 50 million dollars? I heard that you
guys haven't repaid the bank loan. You're going bankrupt soon, yet you're
still asking me for money? Are you trying to use me? Whatever, I don't
have time for your problem. Get lost." After saying that, Mason hung up
the phone without hesitation. "What was that about?" Dustin asked. "It's
nothing. This guy named David Nolan was asking for a loan. 50 million
dollars in one go." "David?" Dustin raised an eyebrow. "He has a son
named Chris, right?" "I think so. How did you know?" Mason got curious.
"Forget it. Go on and tell me more." "Well, I would've agreed to lend him
the money if it were in the past since that's the kind of business my
company runs. However, I recently learned that Nolan Pharmaceuticals has
been investigated for selling fake drugs, though the news has yet to be
disclosed to the public. How can I possibly lend money to a business on
the verge of bankruptcy? What would I do if they ran off with the money?"
"That's right. It looks like you're experienced in handling a business.
It shouldn't be a problem for you to take over Trevor's business." Dustin
gave a nod of approval. "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Rhys," Mason
answered respectfully. "Alright. Clean up the mess here. I'm leaving now.
We'll get in touch again if needed." Without wasting time, Dustin changed
into a clean set of clothes and left the Drey Group. It was his first
time going on a killing spree in ten years. His emotions were stable,
almost peaceful. This was a piece of cake compared to what he'd been
through a decade ago. "Honk! Honk!" Just as Dustin wanted to hail a taxi
home, a yellow sports car rushed over at him with the sound of a roaring
engine. When it seemed like it was going to run into Dustin, the car
firmly skidded to a stop. Then, the car window rolled down and revealed a
gorgeous face. It was a girl with a ponytail, appearing to be around 18
years old. She was youthful and beautiful. "Hey, Rhys, get in!" She waved
at him. "Who are you?" Dustin asked, completely baffled. "Damn, did you
forget me already? We met yesterday!" The girl huffed annoyingly. In her
own opinion, her natural beauty attracted attention wherever she went.