Chapter: 6

“You son of a bitch!” Unable to hold in his anger anymore, Dustin slapped James in the face. 

James was slapped so hard that the spun back uncontrollably before falling to the ground. He was so dizzy that he couldn’t stand up. 

“Since your mother can’t be bothered to teach you manners, then let me do the honors!” Dustin grabbed him by the hair and lifted him. Then, he slapped him several times. 

James’ face soon turned bloody from the slaps. 

“How dare you hit my son!” Florence screamed as she tried to help her son. 

“F*ck off!” Dustin turned and glared at her. The glare was so intense that Florence froze in her tracks.

“F*ck off!” 

Those two words were enough to scare Florence motionless. She had never thought that Dustin could be so scary when he was angry. He had always been so mild-tempered around them. He now looked like he could eat her alive. 

When she finally got her wits back, Florence began screaming, “Help! Help! He’s murdering my son!” 

Soon, the Quine Group’s security guards gathered around them. 

“What happened, Mrs. Nicholson?” The head of the security guards recognized Florence and stood at her side immediately. 

“Tom! Lock this guy up at once! I want him punished for beating up my son!” Florence yelled. 

“Holy cow! How dare you cause trouble in front of the Quine Group? Have you lost your mind?” Tom waved his hand. All the security guards surrounded Dustin. 

This was their chance to kiss up to the president’s mother. If they did well now, then they might get a promotion and a raise. 

“What are you waiting for? Beat him up!” 

Just as they were about to act, a voice sounded. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” 

A curvaceous woman in a silver dress barged into the crowd with her bodyguards. With her lips painted a fiery red, she was stunningly beautiful. Every move she made was alluring. 

“She’s gorgeous!” 

The security guards stared at her lustily. She was one of the most attractive women they had ever seen. 

“Mr. Rhys, are you okay?” 

The woman ignored the looks she was getting and headed straight toward Dustin. 

“Who are you?” 

Dustin narrowed his eyes at her, his anger dissipating. 

“Nice to meet you, my name is Natasha Harmon. Mr. Anderson sent me here,” the woman said with a smile. At this, the security guards began whispering amongst themselves.