"Azalea?" Natasha arched her brow. "Do you know her?"
"If I guessed it right, it was her who disguised herself as Celeste," Dus
tin said. The fragrance lingering on the silver hairpin was exactly the s
ame as that of the woman from that day.
"It's her?" Natasha frowned slightly. "Could it be she's the one behind t
his?"
"We'll know more about it after I meet up with her tonight." Dustin
narrowed his eyes. Since that person had invited him out, it was clear th
at she must have known something.
"This woman is full of guile and good at using poison. Do you think
this is a trap?" Natasha was worried.
"Don't worry. Even if it's a lion's den, I'll be able to come out unscath
ed." Dustin smiled faintly. "No, it's too dangerous for you to go
alone. I'll send a group of shadow guards to protect you," Natasha'said
with a solemn expression.
The Dark Lord's disciple was nowhere near kind. Natasha didn't want Dusti
n to risk his life. With how insistent she was, Dustin didn't refuse her
anymore. "Okay."
As a retro–
style restaurant, Lilyrius Restaurant was usually lively. However, it see
med surprisingly deserted that night.
After getting out of the car, Dustin entered the restaurant and
looked
around. There was no customer. He casually chose a seat next to the windo
w and enjoyed his drink while waiting for Azalea to show up.
"Quick! Go and catch the person inside!" At that time, several SUVS
roared and pulled up outside the restaurant. Equipped with weapons, a gro
up of black–clad, masked men got out of the cars and rushed
into the place fiercely.
When the man in the lead saw Dustin, he took several steps forward
and jammed his machete
into the table. "You're Dustin?" Steven Lewis asked maliciously.
"You've been following me for half an hour. You can't possibly still not
know who I am, can you?" Dustin held his cup, looking calm.
He had sensed that he was being
watched the moment he stepped out of the Harmon residence. However, inste
ad of alerting the other party, he kept quiet
about it to see who was behind it.
Steven
smirked. "You've got some guts. I didn't expect you to be so composed."
"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Dustin demanded.
"I heard that you have the flower of Crimson Gem. Hand it over, and I'll
spare your life today," Steven said. He had been keeping
a close watch over the Harmon residence for two days to catch
him.
"Flower of Crimson Gem? You're someone from the Grant family?" Dustin rai
sed his eyebrow. Only a few people
knew that he had the flower, and Jayla was one of them.
"Hmph! Cut the crap! Are you giving or not?" Steven's face darkened.
"No." Dustin gulped down his drink.
"Then, you're just asking for death!" Steven flew into a rage and was abo
ut to launch an attack on
Dustin.
Right
then, a charming female voice floated across the air. "Have you asked
for my permission to make a scene at my place?"
When everyone looked over, they saw a veiled woman in skimpy clothes slow
ly descending the stairs.
Although her face couldn't be seen clearly, her body figure was extremely
hot and seductive–well-
developed breasts, curvy buttocks, and a slim waist. She looked like a m
asterpiece, especially when she walked with her hips wiggling, exuding he
r alluring charm.
The group of men in black were stunned. With their eyes lit up, they coul
dn't help but swallow their saliva repeatedly.