Chapter: 207
“Eternumax is the fruit of the Harmons‘ research for many years now, which could have been used as a trump card to dominate the pharmaceutical market in Swinton, but now that this incident has occurred, the guys over at HQ are furious, which is why they had to send an expert over.” Quentin explained before stretching out a hand to introduce the white–haired old man sitting next to him.
“This man here is Mr. Wangley. His medical research skills are second to none. So, from now on, he will become the next chief physician for Harmon Pharmaceuticals.”
But the moment Quentin finished his sentence, a cold voice suddenly boomed from outside the cafe.
“I’ve already found the right guy for the job, Quentin. So no need to bother Mr. Wangley or whatever his name is anymore!” Natasha exclaimed with Dustin, arm in arm, as the two of them stepped through the front doors boldly.
“What!” Quentin gasped with a frown. His expression darkened as he witnessed the lovey–dovey display between the two of them.
Before this, he’d caught wind of Natasha securing herself a boy toy, but he didn’t expect the rumors to be true.
If the Grant family heard about this, then the marriage between the two families would obviously be greatly affected.
“Why’d you bring him here for, Natasha?” Jessica frowned as she probed.
Natasha replied calmly.
“This is my turf, I can bring over whoever I like. Anyways, I’ve already found a good fit for the position of chief physician, and it’s Mr. Dustin!”
“What?!” Everyone exclaimed in shock when she announced that.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, Natasha! Is he even qualified to serve as chief physician for the Harmons?”
Jessica voiced her displeasure.
“Dustin’s medical skills are top of the line, and he knows the ins and outs of medicine. I believe he won’t face any problems while serving as chief!” Natasha assured Jessica.
“W–what kind of nonsense are you talking about?!” Jessica hollered, obviously agitated by her response.
Ruth interrupted and clamored to her feet to de–escalate the situation.
“Calm down, there’s no need to make a fuss. Let’s just sit down and talk it out. Dustin, let me introduce you to everyone. This is my mom, I believe you’ve met her before. And this man here is my cousin, Quentin Harmon.”
“A pleasure to meet the both of you,” Dustin responded politely with a few nods, with no hint of being condescending at all.
“So you’re the pretty boy who keeps clinging on to Natasha like a leech?” Quentin sneered after looking Dustin up and down. His gaze was full of disdain toward him. It was as if he was looking at ants crawling beneath his feet.
Quentin’s holler–than–thou attitude caused Dustin to raise an eyebrow, but he quickly returned to his normal resting face.
“Didn’t I ask a question? Why aren’t you saying anything?” Quentin taunted and lifted his chin as if to Intimidate Dustin.
“I’m afraid I didn’t quite catch that, Mr. Harmon,” Dustin replied in the calmest manner he could muster.
“You sure you didn’t catch that, or are you trying to play dumb with me right now?” Quentin egged him on before letting out a sharp sigh.
“Fine, I’ll reword my question then. Did you kill Tilda Snider?”
“I did, but-” Before Dustin could explain himself, he was interrupted by Quentin’s booming voice, “Great! Since you’ve already admitted to the crime, that makes my job a whole lot easier now. I’ll see to it that Tilda, one of the pillars in the Harmon household, doesn’t die in vain!” he proclaimed.