Natasha was enjoying her coffee with Duane at Java Joys.
"Do you still remember our bet, Natasha? Three days are up, and I'm still
fit as a fiddle. Isn't it time for you to make good on your promise?"
Duane asked with a smile as he sipped on his coffee. "Why are e you so
impatient, Uncle Duane? We've got half a day left before time is up."
Natasha said collectedly. "Hah! You can't really be buying what that
little swindler said, can you?" Duane found it ridiculous. "I've been
practicing martial arts for years. How would I not know my own physical
condition? Look at me! Does it look like there's anything wrong with me?"
1 "I don't know if you look like anything, but I trust Dustin's
judgment." Natasha smiled. "Hmph! I wonder how that little swindler
brainwashed you. Why do you trust him so much?" Duane wondered aloud.
"Who knows? Maybe this is just how things were meant to be." The corners
of Natasha's lips tugged upward as she thought of Dustin. "Anyway, half a
day is left before time is up. If you're still fine before the sun sets,
I'll make good on my promise!"1 "Fine! Half a day it is, then! When the
time is up, I'll show you what a liar that little swindler truly is!"
With that, Duane left with his bodyguards in tow. Once they were out the
door and got into their car, one of Duane's trusted bodyguards couldn't
resist asking, "I don't get it, sir. Ms. Harmon is such an exceptional
lady. Why would she fall for that little swindler?" "She never plays by
the book. When you find an opportunity, look into Rhys' background."
Duane instructed. "Yes, sir!" The bodyguard started the car after
answering him. As the car drove on, Duane leaned back to relax. Not a
moment later, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He dismissed it
initially, but as time went on, the pain became increasingly acute and
unbearable. It felt like a knife was stabbed into his chest and twisted
around continuously. As tough as he was, the pain caused him to gasp. "It
can't be! Could it be that the little swindler was telling the truth all
along?" he wondered. Duane clutched at his chest as he broke out in
perspiration. "What's wrong, sir?" His bodyguard was quick to notice his
discomfort. "Quick! Send me back to Java Joys immediately!" Finally,
Duane could bear it no longer. He ordered his bodyguard to turn back.
Flooring it the entire way, they were back at Java Joys in a flash.
"Uncle Duane, what's wrong? Do you need to use the washroom?" Natasha
raised her brows at the sight of Duane, who was drenched in sweat. "Who
said anything about using the washroom? Can't you see that he's in pain?"
His bodyguard huffed. "Hmm? And who are you to run your
mouth here?" The bodyguard immediately lowered his head as Natasha shot a
glare in his direction. In a split second, his blood ran cold. "Natasha!
My chest hurts! Get that little swindler here to help me, pronto!" Duane
said with agony written all over his face. "Uncle Duane, it seems to me
that Dustin was right. He said you'd get an attack within three days, and
he wasn't lying. Doesn't seem appropriate that you're still addressing
him as a little swindler, does it?" Natasha remarked impassively. "Fine,
fine! He isn't a swindler, I was wrong to call him that. Now can you get
him here?" Duane gritted his teeth. "Uncle Duane, you're the one asking
him for a favor. It's not nice to make him come here, don't you think?"
Natasha commented with a vague smile. "You!" Duane was on the verge of
rage, but in the end he chose to restrain himself. "Where is Dustin? I'll
go to him "Hang on, let me give him a call to see where he is." Natasha
smiled as she dug around for her phone to make the call. Once she got
Dustin's location, she announced, "Peaceful Medical Centre." "Move it!
Get to Peaceful Medical Centre right away!" Duane dared not dally any
longer. He rushed to the medical center. What should have been a 30–
minute journey took them only 15. They ran multiple red lights along the
way. "So you are here, you rascal!" Duane made his way in covered in
sweat. He spotted Dustin, who was reading, the moment he entered. "Damn
it! I'm suffering in such agony, and here you are, happily reading?"
Duane cursed internally. "Uncle Duane, why are you here?" Dustin was
taken aback for a brief moment, but he quickly came around. From the
looks of it, he must have suffered an attack. "Tell me! I've been well
all along. Why am I suddenly experiencing pain in my chest? Have you got
something to do with this, you brat?" Duane questioned through clenched
jaws. He had little faith in Dustin to begin with. And now, he was really
suffering within three days, just as Dustin had predicted. It was only
natural that he would suspect that Dustin was behind everything. "Uncle
Duane, what are you implying? Are you saying that I did this to you?"
Dustin's brows knitted together. showing his displeasure. "Forget it! I
don't care who did it! Just get over here and treat me!" Duane said
impatiently. The pain in his chest was getting unbearable. Every second
that passed was pure torture to him. His priority was to get relief. "Why
the hell are you still standing there? Get your ass here right this
instant! If my boss' condition gets any worse, I'll make you regret the
day you were born!" Duane's bodyguard, who was by his side, threatened.
Dustin's expression froze over when he heard those words. They were the
ones who needed his help, but this was the kind of attitude they came
with? Who did they think they were? "If this is the
attitude I'm getting, then you'd better find someone else to heal you.
I'm not the person to help you," Dustin declared flatly. "What did you
just say?" Duane stopped for a moment before his expression turned
malicious. "You bastard! I only came here because of Natashal Don't be so
full of yourself!" "Is that so?" Dustin scoffed. "Truth be told, I'm only
addressing you as Uncle Duane out of respect toward Ms. Harmon. If not
for her, you are nothing to me. Also, it would do you good to figure out
how things stand right now. You are the one who came to me, asking for
help. Not the other way around! Now, please get the hell out of here!"