"I'm not drinking that. Get lost." Dustin's words were short and sweet, b
ut he brought a deathly
hush over the hall.
All eyes were on Dylan the moment he entered. There were numerous people
present who would do anything to gain his favor, so when they witnessed D
ylan offering Dustin a drink, the onlookers, including Zoey, Gordon, and
Zeke, were astonished. Jealous, even. It was definitely something worth b
ragging about to have someone like Dylan offer you a drink. However, they
had never expected Dustin to actually turn him down and even arrogantly
dismiss him. What was the meaning of that? Was Dustin really so full of h
imself?
"What did you just say?" Not only were the onlookers surprised, but even
Dylan couldn't believe his ears. He was a Harmon, a high–
ranking commander in the Dark Panther Cavalry, and a future general! No m
atter where he went, people would fawn over him and go out of their way t
o please him. Just a smile from him could make someone's day, so shouldn'
t regular people feel honored
that he'd offer them a drink? How dare this rascal turn down the wine he
had offered?
"Didn't you hear me? I said, get lost," Dustin repeated himself in the sa
me cold manner.
"How dare you?"
"You insolent bastard!"
"You've crossed the line!"
The crowd was in an uproar. All those who were trying to get into Dylan's
good books stood up for him, hurling profanities at Dustin. People who w
eren't in the know might have thought they held some deep–
seated grudge against Dustin.
"Is that scoundrel out of his damn mind? How dare he speak so rudely to a
commander?" Zoey was
bewildered. She had never imagined that Dustin would be so
daring as to behave with such insolence toward Dylan. He obviously
held no regard for Dylan's status and position.
"Hah! He's going to get what he deserves for being so arrogant! I'd like
to see how Dylan is going to deal with him!" Zeke gloated gleefully at Du
stin's impending misfortune.
"What an idiot!" Gordon shook his head with a smile on his face.
Adriana remained quiet, worry creeping into her eyes. Dustin had left qui
te a good impression on
her, and she could tell he was a responsible and courageous man. However,
she had to admit that
he had acted too rashly.
"You bastard! How dare you disrespect my superior? I'll shoot you in the
head!" An adjutant roared furiously, it had taken him a brief moment to r
eact.
"I don't believe you will," Dustin calmly replied.
"You!" The
adjutant choked on his words. Had they been at the borders, he'd already
have shot Dustin many times over, but with so many civilian onlookers, he
dared not act impulsively.
"Do you know who I am, punk? How dare you speak to me like that?" Dylan a
sked icily, a menacing glint in his eyes. He was not going to let this sc
oundrel, who had just humiliated him in public, off so easily.
"So what if I do? My answer remains the same. I'm not drinking that, so b
uzz off." Dustin wasn't
intimidated by him.
Dylan was so infuriated that he burst out laughing. "I see you want to do
this the hard way, you bastard! There has never been anyone who's disgra
ced me in such a manner before. Let me make it clear, if you don't finish
this glass of wine, there's no way you're walking out that door!" Dylan'
s
words were clearly a threat.
"Hey, it's an honor to have Mr. Harmon offer you a drink! If you know wha
t's good for you, just take
it, man!"
"That's right! Drink up, or you'll be sorry!"
Many of the onlookers chimed in, taking Dylan's side.
"Dustin, my cousin has quite a nasty temper. You better drink up, or he'l
l be sure to kick up a fuss,
"Kate egged him
on with a mocking expression. She was dying for things to get out of hand
so that Natasha and Dylan would be at opposite ends, and she'd be able t
o reap the greatest benefit
out of the fiasco, which was having Dylan on her side.