"Do you hear that? Everyone's saying that you're the thief." Morgan smirk
ed maliciously. Which insolent bastard is this who dared meddle in his af
fairs?
"Mr. Finn, it seems like you're going to cover up for him, then?" Dustin'
s eyes narrowed, a menacing look in his
eyes.
It suddenly made sense to Dustin why Mr. Marcs dared to act so rampantly.
It was because he had an equally unrighteous superior! Dustin had though
t that he had seen the worst from Mr. Marcs, but it turns out that Morgan
was worse! Not only did he distort the truth, he even framed others for
things that they did not do. It was
plain for all to see that his subordinate was in the wrong, but he blatan
tly put the blame on Custin. That was too much!
"So what if I cover up for him? Who do you think calls the shots here?" M
r. Finn pressed his lips together into a thin line. "I'm giving you a cha
nce now. Get down on your knees and apologize to Mr. Marcs right now, and
admit that you were wrong. If you don't, I'll make sure you spend the re
st of your days behind bars!'
"Are you sure that's what you want to do?" Dustin challenged.
"Do I look like I'm joking? You should check if your opponent has someone
behind him before you go throwing your weight around like that! Who do y
ou think you are to do as you wish on my turf? Now get on your knees and
apologize!' Morgan roared.
"Do you hear that? Get on your knees!" Mr. Marcs jeered, looking at Dusti
n like he had victory over him.
"Rhys! Why did you even intervene in the first place? This is what you ge
t for meddling in other people's business!" Julie gloated.
"You really think too highly of yourself! Matt
shot him a contemptuous and dismissive look.
In the face of absolute power, it was irrelevant whether you were right o
r wrong. So what if you were right?
When the person in power dictated that you're wrong, you have no way of d
efending yourself, Such was the
law of society.
"Alright, if you've made your choice, then don't regret it." Dustin didn'
t waste much time talking to them. He
whipped cut his phone and made a call.
"Oh? You're calling for backup? Hahaha!" Morgan snickered. "Hey, brat!
I don't think you get the idea here! This
is my turf, and I call the shots here! Who do you think can save you now?
"
"Mr. Finn, let's not get too cocky. I think the Harmons are in charge her
e at Harmon Pharmaceuticals, not you.
Mr. Finn," Dustin corrected him.
"So what? I'm a founding member of Harmon Pharmaceuticals! Even Natasha H
armon has to address me respectfully, what more of a scoundrel like you?"
Morgan announced arrogantly.
As he finished his sentence, a crisp and clear feminine voice rang out. "
Is that so? So I should be addressing you respectfully now?"
The crowd turned to the source of the voice to see an elegant woman dress
ed in red entering and approaching them. It was Natasha Harmon!
"Ms. Harmon?" Morgan felt a premonition of oncoming trouble. He immediate
ly forced a smile and went up to her. "Why have you come?"
"I'm here to join in the fun! Am I not welcome here, respected Mr. Finn?"
Natasha put extra emphasis on how she addressed Mr. Finn.
"Ms. Harmon, that was just a joke. Don't take it to heart," Morgan explai
ned awkwardly. How was he to that she would appear at such terrible timin
g?
know
"A joke? It didn't sound like one to me. You sounded so sure of yourself
back there," Natasha said, unperturbed.
"Well—
Morgan could not find the words to excuse himself for what he said.
"Forget it; I'll let that go. Now tell me, what's going on here?" Natasha
asked calmly.
"Ms. Harmon, here's what happened." Mr. Marcs was just about to explain w
hen he was
cut off by a glare from Natasha. "Are you in a position to speak now?"
"Know your place!" Morgan turned to
Mr. Marcs and scolded him. Then he turned back to Natasha and smiled apol
ogetically. "Ms. Harmon, it's nothing much. It's just that there's someon
e here with unethical intentions who stole some Immortunols. I'm already
handling it, and this will be settled in no time."
"Oh? Who's so audacious to steal Immortunols?" Natasha asked.
"It's that rascal!" Morgan pointed at Dustin.
"Mr. Finn, are you sure it's him?" Natasha looked like she was holding ba
ck a smile.
"Of course I'm sure!"
"And do you know who he is?" Natasha asked, amused.
"No matter who he is, he's committed a grave offense by stealing the Immo
rtunols! We need to ensure that justice is served!" Morgan declared in fe
igned righteousness.
"Alright then. I'll have you know!" Natasha's expression darkened over. "
This man whom you've accused of theft is the chief physician of Harmon Ph
armaceuticals
and the developer of Immortunol, Dustin Rhys!" An uproar broke out when t
he crowd heard that.