Chapter: 41
Dahlia visibly relaxed.
“I understand. I’ll already be so grateful as long as Dustin doesn’t lose his life!”
“Alright, I’ll try my best,” Chris said casually, nodding.
It would be great if it worked out, but there weren’t any cons if it didn’t. After all, Dahlia already owed him a favor by asking for his help.
Meanwhile, at a lounge in Mirage. Natasha’s lips curled into a meaningful smile as she watched the events unfold on a monitor.
She had a clear view of Edward being beaten and almost gave in to the urge to clap her hands and cheer.
She had always found some members of the Spanner family to be as annoying as flies, but she hadn’t been able to take any action toward them due to certain reasons.
Thankfully, Dustin did not disappoint. She was quite delighted with his performance today.
“Ms. Harmon, I’m afraid Mr. Rhys does not have enough influence to protect him from Trevor’s wrath. Should we assist him?” Alfred Jarvis, a butler who was standing by her side, suddenly asked.
“Let’s not be hasty. Have someone monitor him–it’s too soon to say if Trevor outmatches him.” Natasha’s eyes narrowed as she looked at Dustin’s imposing figure on the screen.
“Oh? Do you think so highly of him?” Alfred asked, slightly bewildered.
Natasha smirked.
“More like intrigue–I have a feeling that he’s full of surprises.”
“You don’t actually have feelings for him, do you, Ms. Harmon? Please keep in mind that you already have a fiancé-”
“Hm?” Natasha cast a chilly glance in Alfred’s direction, and he instantly went silent from fear.
“Remember this: You are in no position to say anything about my personal affairs; just focus on performing your own duties well.”
“Yes, Ms. Harmon.” Alfred didn’t dare say anything further as he felt a chill run down his spine.
Midnight at the district hospital.
In an instant, Edward was surrounded by a crowd of people as the emergency operating room’s doors opened, and he was wheeled out on a hospital bed with his lower half completely bandaged. At the forefront of the group was a tall and brawny man with a full beard and mustache.
It was none other than East City’s King of the Underworld, Trevor Spanner.
“Doctor! How’s my son!” Trevor asked first.
The doctor sighed.
“His life is not in peril, however, the damage to his genitals is quite extensive. I’m afraid he won’t be able to regain full function.”
“What!” Trevor’s expression changed drastically upon hearing this.
Won’t be able to regain full function? Didn’t that just mean he’d become impotent!