"Why don't you trouble yourself? I don't care, but nobody touches Dustin
today!" Natasha didn't give in at all.
In her eyes, no one was more important than her man. Even if he was guilt
y, she would still defend him till the
end, much less when he was being wronged right then.
"Nonsense!" Jacob's temper flared, and he shouted, "How can a junior like
you meddle with such an important family matter? Someone take Miss Harmo
n back to her room!"
"Yes, sir!" Mrs. Davys and the others dared not show any hesitation. They
half dragged, and half persuaded
Natasha out of the banquet hall.
Witnessing this scene, Dustin frowned. He had wanted to take action a few
times already, but he had controlled himself. The Harmon family's ways a
lready ignited his anger.
"No one's going to help you now, Rhys." Quentin took two steps forward an
d gave a low laugh. "I already
asked you to leave earlier, but you just didn't want to listen to me. Loo
k where it's gotten you now. You regret
it, don't you?"
"I'm not the person who poisoned you," Dustin tried to explain.
"Is that important? If I say that it's you, then it's you!" Quentin laugh
ed coldly.
"So you're condemning me on purpose?" Dustin asked with a frown. Being su
spected was one thing, but being
condemned was another.
"So what if I am?" Quentin had on an amused expression. "Everyone needs a
n explanation anyway, and making you the culprit will please everybody! W
hat's the matter? You feel very wronged, don't you? Very dissatisfied? Bu
t what can you do? In this world, power comes above
everything else. A pariah from the lowest rungs of society like you deser
ves to be a scapegoat! Just accept your fate!" With that, he turned aroun
d and bellowed, "Lock him up and torture him till he owns up! If he dares
to retaliate, then kill him at once!"
"Yes, sir!" Hearing his command, the Harmon family's guards acted immedia
tely.
"Get lost!" Dustin rocked his body, and a potent wave of energy sent coun
tless guards flying.
"How dare you still resist? This just shows that you definitely
have something to be guilty of! Guards, heed my command! Kill the culprit
immediately!" Quentin laughed wickedly and gave the kill order. At once,
a wave of elite guards surged into the banquet hall from all directions.
"Do you really want to take things to the extreme?" Dustin asked icily.
"Humph, anyone would kill a traitor like you! Kill him!" Quentin said pom
pously. The moment he said that, a figure flashed before him. Dustin's ar
m shot out suddenly, and he gripped Quentin by the neck, lifting him into
the air with just one hand. He looked like he was holding a dying fish.
"How dare you!"
"This is preposterous!"
Seeing what was happening, the Harmon family members all shouted in shock
. Nobody thought Dustin would still dare to attack while he was already b
eing surrounded.
"You imbecile! Let go of my son now!" Hector shouted furiously. However,
he dared not act rashly for fear that Quentin would get hurt.
"He is undoubtedly the culprit! We must not let him go!" The crowd went i
nto a furious uproar when they saw Dustin attacking someone.
"Hahaha—
Hey, kid! You've pissed everyone off. Nobody can save you now!" Quentin
laughed mirthlessly and said confidently. "If you have common sense, let
me go
at once. I could still spare your life. But if you dare touch a hair on m
y head, I can promise I'll make you die a painful death!"
"Really?" Dustin snorted and tightened his grip aggressively. With a loud
snap, Quentin's head
lolled sideways. He died on the spot before he knew it!