Chapter: 7

“Natasha Harmon? Is she the heiress of the Harmon family?” 

“Oh, my God! Why is she here?” 

They were all shocked. Natasha Harmon was a household name around the city. She was pretty, influential, and smart. At 22 years old, she had already gained control of the Harmon Group and built her own business empire within five years. 

“Ah, it’s you.” 

Dustin nodded. 

He had heard of Natasha before, but he hadn’t expected her to be involved with Hunter. 

“Mr. Rhys, please wait in the car. I’ll deal with this.” 

Natasha snapped her fingers. Behind her, her four bodyguards whipped out their batons and advanced toward the crowd. Even though there were just four of them, their threatening auras was enough to make the security guards back off. After all, they knew that the Harmon family only hired trained bodyguards. 

“After you, Mr. Rhys.” 

Seeing that no one else dared to move, Natasha smiled and held out a hand to lead Dustin to the car. Without a word, Dustin picked up the pieces of his necklace and left with Natasha. No one dared to stop him. 

“What the heck? What do we pay you for? Why did you just let them go?” Florence yelled when she realized what was happening. 

“Mrs. Nicholson, she’s Natasha Harmon. We don’t dare to offend her!” The head of security lamented. None of them dared to lay a finger on Natasha. 

“Useless trash! You don’t dare to offend her, but you’re fine offending my daughter?” Florence demanded. 

The security guards looked at each other, not daring to speak. 

“What happened?” 

Dahlia and Lyra came out to see what the commotion was. 

“Dahlia! You’re here! Look at how badly your brother’s been beaten up!” 

As soon as Florence saw her, she began to cry, as if she was the one who had been beaten up. 

“What happened? Who did this?” 

Seeing her brother’s wounds, Dahlia’s expression became chilly. 

“Who else? It’s that bastard Dustin!” Florence cried.

“We met him just now. James picked up a crystal necklace that he dropped and tried to give it back to him, but he tried to turn it around and said that your brother stole it from him. After some argument, he beat up James! My poor James, he just did what he thought was right. What has he done to deserve this?” 

She began crying harder. 

“Dustin?” Dahlia frowned.

“He’s always been mild-tempered. Why would he beat up James for no reason? What did you do?”