"You! How dare you hit me?" Mr. Marcs held his face, which still burned f
rom the smack. A mix of anger and shock was evident on his face.
With the Harmons behind him, people fought to curry favor with him
everywhere he went. When has anyone ever had the gall to hit him?
"So what if I smacked you? As an employee, you're supposed to uphold the
standards of the company.
but look what you're doing! You steal from the company and mix substandar
d products with quality products. I think you deserve every bit of that s
mack!" As Dustin spoke, he went up and delivered a few more smacks. Mr. M
arcs saw stars and bled from both his nose and mouth.
The commotion attracted a lot of onlookers.
"Goodness! Who's this? How dare he hit Mr. Marcs?"
"Wreaking havoc on Harmons' premise! I gotta say, he's something else!"
"I think he's just ignorant. He's going to end up in a lot of trouble!"
The crowd gathered around to watch and exchanged comments among themselve
s.
"Rhys! Are you out of your mind? Stop it this instant!" Shocked, Julie ha
lted him immediately.
"Dustin! Have you any idea how much trouble you've gotten yourself into?
How dare you hit Mr. Marcs? You're
not getting out of this door in one piece today!" Matt roared.
But Dustin was not the least bit fazed. He went ahead and gave Mr. Marcs
another round of beatings.
He could let things slide if all he did was run his mouth and be unrepent
ant about them. But he was even about to get violent! How reckless! That
did not sit well with Dustin at all.
"Security! Someone! Anyone!" Mr. Marcs shouted in agony.
Soon, a large number of guards swarmed over. They had Dustin surrounded i
n less than a minute.
"Rhys! How dare you beat Mr. Marcs up! You'll be sorry!" Julie scowled wh
en she saw that they had backup. She looked at Dustin, waiting to see wha
t misfortune would befall him.
"Hmph! You ignorant fool! Nobody can
save you now!" Matt also basked in the pleasure of seeing Dustin get
Into trouble with Mr. Marcs.
Dustin had rubbed him the wrong way for quite a while now. He simply hadn
't taken action yet because he had
an image to uphold. Matt couldn't be happier now that someone was about t
o teach Dustin a lesson.
"What are you guys doing just standing there? I want to see
his arms and legs broken. Right now! I'll bear the
consequences!" Mr. Marcs hollered at the guards as he pointed his finger
at Dustin.
"What's going on?" A loud voice rang just as the guards were about to get
rough.
A man with a squarish face rushed over with an imposing presence. He had
several men following behind him. Dustin spared him a glance and recogniz
ed him as Morgan Finn, the vice president of Harmon
Pharmaceuticals.
The moment they caught sight of him, the crowd made way for him to pass t
hrough. Even Mr. Marcs, who had been barking orders at the guards, quiete
d down.
"Is this their superior? We can't be so unlucky, can we?" Julie wondered.
She gulped dryly, an inexplicable anxiousness coming over her. She could
tell that this man approaching them was someone of status based on how m
uch Mr. Marcs feared him.
"This bastard really lucked out!" Matt thought as he gritted his teeth ou
t of annoyance. He had thought that Mr. Marcs would be able to avenge
his grudge against Dustin, but this man's unexpected appearance
seemed to have ruined that.
"Mr. Finn, you've come at the right time. This man here is stealing from
the company when he should be protecting it. He's stolen and sold substan
dard products. This will badly
tarnish the company's reputation. You need to arrest him," Dustin said as
he pointed at Mr. Marcs.
Morgan squinted and hummed lightly. "Oh? Are you telling me what I should
be doing? And who are you to be doing that? Do I even know you?"
"Mr. Finn, we've met before," Dustin replied.
"So what? I've met lots of people. Am I supposed to know all of them?"
Morgan gave Dustin a derogatory once over. "Also, who do you think you ar
e? Who are you to butt into the
internal affairs of the company?"
Dustin frowned when he heard what Morgan had to say. "Mr. Finn, as vice p
resident of the company, are you
not going to look into actions that will ruin the company's reputation?"
"Whether or not I look into the matter is my call to make. What evidence
have you got to claim that Mr. Marcs
is selling substandard products?"
"You want evidence? Here's your evidence!" Dustin kicked the box over, sp
illing Immortunol all over the ground.
"Hey, young
man, so what if these Immortunols are substandard? How are you going to p
rove that they belong to Mr. Marcs? Who's to say
you didn't steal them?" Morgan retaliated.
Mr. Marcs was taken aback for a moment, but he quickly reacted. "That's r
ight! Mr. Finn, this fella here is a thief! I caught him stealing from us
! I did not expect this brazen rascal to fight back so violently! He's tr
uly heinous and despicable!"
"I can vouch for that! He's the one who stole the Immortunols!" Julie add
ed.