Chapter: 118
“Can you even begin to comprehend how vastly different we are in social standing? Everything that you dare not even dream of having is within my grasp. And that is the difference between us!”
He spoke in such low tones that his words were only audible to the both of them.
“I do not know where you got your inflated ego from, but if there’s one thing you should know, it’s that you do not mess with me.” There was no trace of emotion on Dustin’s face.
Matt sniggered meanly.
“Very well, we shall see then.” He reached out to pat Dustin on the shoulder when he paused midway, reconsidering his decision and retracting his hand slowly as though the act would soil his hand. The simple gesture itself was packed with a ton of humiliation.
“Alright, alright. Let’s not waste time conversing with the likes of him. How about I treat you to a good meal at Hillview Hotel to celebrate your return?” Florence suggested with a smile.
“I would be honored.” Matt turned around and his innocent facade was back in place again, a smile plastered on his face.
“Come on, let’s go then.” Without another word, Florence led Dahlia away. Dahlia turned to speak to Dustin but failed to find the right words to say.
Natasha was enjoying her coffee with Duane at Java Joys.
“Do you still remember our bet, Natasha? Three days are up, and I’m still fit as a fiddle. Isn’t it time for you to make good on your promise?” Duane asked with a smile as he sipped on his coffee.
“Why are you so impatient, Uncle Duane? We’ve got half a day left before time is up.” Natasha said collectedly.
“Hah! You can’t really be buying what that little swindler said, can you?” Duane found it ridiculous.
“I’ve been practicing martial arts for years. How would I not know my own physical condition? Look at me! Does it look like there’s anything wrong with me?”
“I don’t know if you look like anything, but I trust Dustin’s judgment.” Natasha smiled.
“Hmph! I wonder how that little swindler brainwashed you. Why do you trust him so much?” Duane wondered aloud.
“Who knows? Maybe this is just how things were meant to be.” The corners of Natasha’s lips tugged upward as she thought of Dustin.
“Anyway, half a day is left before time is up. If you’re still fine before the sun sets, I’ll make good on my promise!“1
“Fine! Half a day it is, then! When the time is up, I’ll show you what a liar that little swindler truly is!” With that, Duane left with his bodyguards in tow.
Once they were out the door and got into their car, one of Duane’s trusted bodyguards couldn’t resist asking, “I don’t get it, sir. Ms. Harmon is such an exceptional lady. Why would she fall for that little swindler?”
“She never plays by the book. When you find an opportunity, look into Rhys‘ background.” Duane instructed.
“Yes, sir!”
The bodyguard started the car after answering him. As the car drove on, Duane leaned back to relax. Not a moment later, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He dismissed it initially, but as time went on, the pain became increasingly acute and unbearable.
It felt like a knife was stabbed into his chest and twisted around continuously. As tough as he was, the painncaused him to gasp.
“It can’t be! Could it be that the little swindler was telling the truth all along?” he wondered. Duane clutched at his chest as he broke out in perspiration.
“What’s wrong, sir?” His bodyguard was quick to notice his discomfort.