"Ruth, when did you get a boyfriend? Why wasn't I informed?" Nigel's face
turned ugly as he stared at Dustin
with hostility.
"Do I need to report to you when I have a boyfriend? You really think too
highly of yourself." Ruth rolled her eyes. She had already rejected Nige
l multiple times, but he just wouldn't give up and continued to pester he
r.
"I'm just worried that you might be deceived. There are a lot of con arti
sts these days who use their good looks to cheat people out of their weal
th." Nigel said in a mocking tone.
"That's not true! Dustin is not a con man!" Sheila quickly defended him.
When everyone fixed their gazes on her, Sheila realized that she had spok
en out of turn and immediately shut
her mouth.
"Ms. Murray, what's with the sachet on your neck?" Dustin suddenly notice
d something unusual.
"Is there a problem?" Sheila picked up the sachet and examined it.
"Throw it away. It's a little suspicious." Dustin shook his head.
"Hey, what do you mean? This aromatic sachet can calm the mind and improv
e sleep. How suspicious can it be?" Claudia was displeased.
"I'm just telling the truth, Dustin replied calmly.
"If you're not sure, then shut up and stop being a smart aleck!" Claudia
didn't mince her words.
"Claudia!" Sheila pouted in annoyance.
"Alright, alright. It's just a sachet. What's there to argue about? Come
on, let's sit down and enjoy ourselves."
Ruth pulled Sheila to sit down beside her and started chattering away.
Dustin was left feeling a little left out.
Claudia glared at him and turned away in a huff. For some reason, she alw
ays felt uneasy around Dustin.
"Claudia, who is this guy anyway?" Nigel narrowed his eyes at Dustin.
"He's nothing special, just a doctor from the countryside. If you really
want to know about him, he's skilled in the use of obscure hidden weapons
," Claudia said coldly.
"I thought he was some big shot. Turns out, he's just a doctor. Hey, you
there! Don't blame me for not warning you, you won't fit in our circle. I
f you have some brains, you'll leave on your own initiative!" Nigel sneer
ed with
disdain.
"That's right, a burn like you doesn't deserve to be Ruth's boyfriend, le
t alone compete with Mr. Lincoln!"
Another girl dressed in yellow taunted Dustin.
"Oh, so what?" Dustin remained expressionless.
"So, you better have some self–
awareness. Don't embarrass yourself. Do you see the Patek Philippe watch
on Mr. Lincoln's wrist? You'll never earn that much money in your lifetim
e!"
"Oh, so what?"
"It seems like you still can't comprehend Mr. Lincoln's background. Let m
e educate you then. Mr. Lincoln's family dabbles in real estate located w
ithin Millsburg, owning assets worth several billion
dollars. Their family's network is spread throughout the marketplace and
the underworld." The girl in yellow said arrogantly.
"Oh, so what?"
"Not only does Mr. Lincoln have a strong family background, but he's also
extremely outstanding. He
graduated from Oxford University and earns millions of dollars every year
. Besides that, he has practiced martial arts since a young age. Due to h
is natural talents, he was invited to be a member of the Martial Arts
Association. He's truly accomplished in both literature and martial arts!
"
"Oh, so what?"
"With Mr. Lincoln's identity and abilities, he is in the spotlight wherev
er he goes. A loser like you can never
compare to him!"
"Oh, so what?"
"Hey, can't you say anything else?"
"Oh, so what?" The girl in yellow rolled her eyes. Her face turned red wi
th anger and disgust. It was so damn
infuriating to talk to this guy!
"Punk, you've got a sharp tongue, but what good does it do? You will alwa
ys be inferior to me in every way. In
the face of my complete dominance, sweet talk and flattery will get you n
owhere!" Nigel sneered.
"Oh, so what?" Dustin retorted.
"You…" Nigel's mouth twitched, feeling annoyed.
Damn it, why was this punk repeating the same sentence over and over agai
n?
Couldn't they have a decent conversation?
Just as they were talking, they were interrupted by a commotion outside t
he door.
"Stop right there! This place has been booked for another event. Everyone
who is not involved, please leave-!"
"Surround them! Don't let anyone escape!"
Amidst curdling screams and cries, the door to the private room burst ope
n.
A group of masked assassins dressed in black rushed in with an imposing a
ura. The bodyguards guarding the
door were all taken out.
"Who are you people? Who let you in? Get out!" The girl in yellow stood u
p angrily.
"Fuck you!" The assassins' leader slapped her and sent her flying.
"What arrogance! How
dare you have the audacity to stir up trouble here?" Nigel jumped up in a
rage.
"Our target is Sheila Murray. Anyone who is not involved, get out of here
!" The assassins' leader shouted.
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"What?" Claudia frowned, on high alert. Judging from their attire, these
assassins were most likely the same
ones who ambushed them a few days ago.
"Bastards, who do you think you are, demanding to hand Sheila over? If yo
u don't want to die, get the hell out
of here!" Nigel's gaze was ferocious.
"What, are you trying to save the damsel in distress?" The assassins' lea
der eyed Nigel carefully.
"So what if I do?" Nigel puffed out his chest.
"You foolish
idiot! Kill him!" The leader ordered his men without hesitation.
"Yes, sir!" The other assassins drew their swords and attacked Nigel.
"How dare you show off such petty tricks in front of me?" Nigel laughed c
oldly.
He rushed towards the assassins and gave them a roundhouse kick in the gu
ts. His attack was swift and
vicious. In a matter of seconds, he had defeated all of the assassins.
After finishing them off, he struck a confident pose.
"Oh my god! Mr. Lincoln is amazing!"
Everyone's spirits were lifted upon seeing his victory. Some of the girls
couldn't help but scream with
adoration on their faces.
"These punks are no match for me! Nigel turned around and flashed a hands
ome smile to his fans.
However, at the next second, a fist the size of a sandbag hit him square
in the face.
Nigel was caught by surprise. The attack caused him to become disoriented
and his nose to bleed profusely.
Nigel's high spirits were short–lived.