Chapter: 638
A single individual could never fight against a top dog like the Grants, and the last thing she wanted was to get him involved in the mess.
“Natasha, you must let me know if you are in trouble. Don’t put on a brave face and pretend that everything’s fine,” he assured her with a serious face.
“Don’t worry. I know what to do.” She beamed at him, looking relieved. It was worth taking the huge risk on her own after seeing him get nervous for her.
“How long do you plan to stay in Millsburg?” He asked her.
“I’m not sure. It could be as quick as three days, or as long as seven days.”
“Cool. I will call you in three days. If you haven’t settled the issue, I will head over to help.” He was being serious.
“No, it’s fine.” She shook her head and rejected his offer. But he cut her off and insisted.
“You don’t have a say this time! Just listen to me!”
“Alright.” She gave him a helpless nod, but her heart was bursting with joy.
At that moment, someone rapped on the car window. It was Dahlia, standing out there with a hostile look in her eyes.
“What are you talking about? Are you not done yet? Shall I serve you tea?”
Dustin coughed awkwardly and smiled.
“I’ll get out now.” Then, he opened the door to leave.
“Wait!” Natasha suddenly reached out and wrapped an arm around his neck. Then, she gave him a kiss with her red lips.
He let out a muffled moan and tasted the sweetness whirling in his mouth. His body stiffened, and his mind went blank. Did she pull the same trick again? This time, she was more bold and passionate.
“You-” Dahlia glared at them and dragged Dustin out of the car. Feeling humiliated and angered, she yelled, “Natasha Harmon, what are you doing?”
“Not bad. He’s getting better at kissing.” Natasha licked her red lips, looking as though she wanted more. Flashing a suggestive smile, she said to Dustin, “Stay home while I’m gone. I’ll be back in two days for you.”
With that, she stamped on the accelerator and sped away.
“She’s shameless!” Dahlia stomped furiously. Too bad she could never get herself to imitate Natasha’s coy behavior.
As night descended, there was a commotion at the Nicholson Villa as the entrance door was busted down. Then, Gloria and her bodyguards from the Nicholson Family barged in pompously. Two men, who were more than six feet tall, were eye–catching. The two guards shared some resemblance, and the muscles on their bodies were chiseled like rock cliffs. They stood there like two huge mountains that evoked fear.
“Dahlia Nicholson! Get out right now!” Gloria yelled at the top of her lungs when she stepped foot in the house. Her face was still bruised from Dustin’s beating in the morning, looking terrifying, especially with the awful scowl.
“Oh! If it isn’t Madam Gloria? What brings you here?” Florence emerged from the kitchen but jumped at the sight of the entourage.
“I’m asking you now. Where are Dahlia and Dustin?” Gloria hissed through gritted teeth.
“They haven’t been back since the morning. I have no idea where they went!” Florence replied meekly.
“You have no idea? Are you trying to hide them?!” A woman with a bandaged face made her way out of the crowd.