Back in the Harmon estate.
"There, all done. You'll be fine in a few days." Dust in carefully
applied medicine to Natasha's wound and bandaged it up nicely.
Although the wound was shallow, it would still hurt.
"Will it leave a scar on my face?" Natasha picked up a mirror and
examined her face worriedly.
"Why? Do you doubt my skills?" Dustin asked in mock displeasure.
"I'm just worried I'll look ugly if I have a scar, and you won't like
me anymore," Natasha answered seriously.
"Don't be silly." Dustin was amused. "I promise you, your face won't
scar. Besides, even if it does, you'll still be the prettiest person in
the world to me!"
"Hmph! Such a sweet talker." A small smile appeared on Natasha's
face, and her worry eased. Although she wasn't as superficial as other
ladies, she was also afraid of turning ugly.
"Dustin, get your ass over here!" Someone suddenly roared, sending
the door flying with a powerful kick, and a group of people led by Trent
instantly filled the room.
"What are you doing, Uncle Trent?" Natasha asked with a frown.
"It's none of your business! We're here for him!" Trent pointed at
Dustin and yelled. "How dare you kill Ms. Layla! I'm here to drag you to
the Grants. You better apologize to them immediately!"
"But Dustin did that to save me!" Natasha argued.
"Why are you still defending him?" Trent seethed. "Do you know that
if we don't hand him over to the Grants, we'll have to face their wrath
instead?"
"I don't care. All I know is that Dustin saved me, so I need to
protect him. You want to get to him? Over my dead body!" Natasha stepped
forward, her glare menacing.
"Y-you're hopeless!" Trent exclaimed, livid.
"Natasha Harmon! Do you intend to ruin our entire family because of
him?" Jacob yelled.
"He should pay for what he did. Since he was the one who caused this
mess, we shouldn't have to bear the brunt of his mistakes!"
"Exactly! We must arrest him and hand him over to the Grant!"
Members of the Harmon family continuously shouted out in anger and
indignation.
"Shut up!" Natasha roared.
Alright
ve now.
away
irrerently.
"Sir, don't you plan to avenge her at all?" The butler couldn't stop
himself from asking.
"I have my plans. I don't need you to tell me what to do. Get out."
Tyler responded calmly.
"Yes, Sir." The butler left with his head lowered and without saying
another word.
He can't understand why Tyler was being so calm despite knowing who
the murderer was. It was too peculiar.
"She may be an idiot, but she's still a Grant." Tyler lifted his cup
of tea and softly called out." Euria."
Instantly, a woman donning black clothes and a raindrop-designed mask
appeared.
"Master, you called for me?" The woman responded, kneeling on one
knee before him with her head bowed.
"Have some fun with this Dustin, but don't kill him so quickly,"
Tyler ordered. "Yes, Master," Euria answered before disappearing without
a trace, like a ghost.
Back in the Harmon estate.
"There, all done. You'll be fine in a few days." Dustin carefully
applied medicine to Natasha's wound and bandaged it up nicely.
Although the wound was shallow, it would still hurt.
"Will it leave a scar on my face?" Natasha picked up a mirror and
examined her face worriedly.
"Why? Do you doubt my skills?" Dustin asked in mock displeasure.
"I'm just worried I'll look ugly if I have a scar, and you won't like
me anymore," Natasha answered seriously.
"Don't be silly." Dustin was amused. "I promise you, your face won't
scar. Besides, even if it does, you'll still be the prettiest person in
the world to me!"
"Hmph! Such a sweet talker." A small smile appeared on Natasha's
face, and her worry eased. Although she wasn't as superficial as other
ladies, she was also afraid of turning ugly.
"Dustin, get your ass over here!" Someone suddenly roared, sending
the door flying with a powerful kick, and a group of people led by Trent
instantly filled the room.
"What are you doing, Uncle Trent?" Natasha asked with a frown.
"It's none of your business! We're here for him!" Trent pointed at
Dustin and yelled. "How dare you kill Ms. Layla! I'm here to drag you to
the Grants. You better apologize to them immediately!"
"But Dustin did that to save me!" Natasha argued.
"Why are you still defending him?" Trent seethed. "Do you know that
if we don't hand him over to the Grants, we'll have to face their wrath
instead?"
"I don't care. All I know is that Dustin saved me, so I need to
protect him. You want to get to him? Over my dead body!" Natasha stepped
forward, her glare menacing.
"Y-you're hopeless!" Trent exclaimed, livid.
"Natasha Harmon! Do you intend to ruin our entire family because of
him?" Jacob yelled.
"He should pay for what he did. Since he was the one who caused this
mess, we shouldn't have to bear the brunt of his mistakes!"
"Exactly! We must arrest him and hand him over to the Grant!"
Members of the Harmon family continuously shouted out in anger and
indignation.
"Shut up!" Natasha roared.
"If it weren't for Dustin, all of you would have died during the
family gathering! It's bad enough that you aren't helping him in times of
need, but how could you guys add fuel to the fire instead?" Her words
silenced the arrogant people.
"Forget about those righteous views of yours, Natasha. One must pay
for their crimes. Dustin made a mistake, so he should be punished!" Kate
sneered.
"She's right. We don't want to suffer just because of him!" The crowd
echoed.
They couldn't care less about Dustin's previous contributions and
were willing to sacrifice him if it meant placating the Grants.
"A-are you guys going against me?" Natasha demanded agitatedly.
"Enough with the nonsense. For the sake of our family, we must arrest
him today!" Jacob incited. "Give the command, Trent!"
"Don't hate me, Dustin. You have yourself to blame for making such a
huge mistake." Trent gestured to the others and commanded. "Tie him up!"
"I'd like to see who dares!" Suddenly, Natasha fished out a gun from
the bedside and pointed it toward the group of people.
"You wretch! Are you trying to rebel against us?" Trent yelled.
"Don't force my hand, Uncle Trent!" Natasha warned.
"Well, I don't believe you have the guts to shoot us!"
Jacob began to step forward confidently, and without hesitation,
Natasha pulled the trigger.