Caden gestured to the butler, who immediately got the message.
"This way, please, Mr. Rhys,"
"Sure." Dustin nodded and followed the butler to the lounge. He took a se
at and waited. It was a long wait.
It wasn't until he finished his third cup of tea that Caden appeared with
several men in tow.
"I really appreciate you saving my daughter, young man. Here's a ten–
million–
dollar check. Consider this your pay." Caden sat down and motioned to one
of his men, who presented a check to Dustin.
"What? Thank you for your kind intentions, Mr. Murray, but this isn't wha
t I want." Dustin stared at the check, puzzled.
"It doesn't matter whether you want it. What matters is that this is what
I'm paying you for a job well done."
Caden sipped on his tea.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dustin's eyes narrowed.
"Don't you get it? The Gozoraberry isn't yours. All you're getting is the
money." Caden spelled it out in plain
words.
"Mr. Murray, we had a deal. I cure your daughter, and you give me the Goz
oraberry. Why are you going back on your words?" Dustin's expression dark
ened.
What was the meaning of all this? Were they turning their backs on him on
ce they no longer had use of him? Had he just been taken advantage of?
"The Gozoraberry is not only a precious herb used for healing, but it is
also remarkably beneficial to practitioners of martial arts. Don't you kn
ow that, young man?" Caden suddenly asked.
"So?"
"It would be a waste of precious resources to give you such a
valuable treasure, so I made the decision to give it to someone else," Ca
den justified himself.
"You gave it to someone else? Who?" Dustin's brows furrowed deeply.
"Who else but me?" Xavier made his way in haughtily. He had in his hands
a small, red, wooden box that held
the Gozoraberry.
"Hey, buddy! Uncle Caden's given me the Gozoraberry. It's mine now!" Xavi
er patted the box smugly with a
Sneer.
"So what if the rascal stole the limelight today? Ultimately, I'm the one
who benefited from it! At the end of the day, he's just a lowly peasant!
" Xavier thought.
"Caden Murray! You are an influential person with high social standing, a
nd you carry the honor of the Murray family with you! How could you go ba
ck on your words and betray someone who has helped you? Are you not afrai
d that you'd be ridiculed?" Dustin slammed his hand on the table and stoo
d up. He was truly angry.
He could understand Caden's previous change of mind, as it was a matter p
ertaining to his daughter's health
condition.
Malcolm had a reputation for having great expertise in his field, which n
aturally made him more deserving of trust on Caden's end. But now, it was
a different case altogether.
Caden was going back on his word after Dustin had saved Sheila! That was
downright outrageous!
"Ridicule? Hah!
Who'd dare to ridicule me? Do you really think that a few words from you
would be able to tamish the Murray family's reputation? You're really thi
nking highly of yourself!" Caden scoffed.
He looked at Dustin as though he were a fool.
"Are you really going to disregard your honor?" An icy glint flashed in D
ustin's eyes.
"Cut the crap! Take the money and scram, or I'll get my men to throw you
out!" Caden ran out of patience.
How dare this peasant go against him?
"What? Are you threatening me now?" Dustin lifted his gaze.
"So what if we're threatening you? I'm warning you, Rhys! You better get
out of here now, or I'll make you!"
Xavier roared.
At that, a group of well–trained guards rushed in bearing malice.
It seems like they came prepared.