Chapter: 832

"Who killed her?" Tyler asked abruptly.

"An asshole named Dustin Rhys!" The butler told him.

"Dustin Rhys?" Tyler raised an eyebrow.

"Natasha’s little boy toy?"

"That’s him!" The butler nodded his head.

"That reckless bastard dared to chop off Ms. Layla’s head right before everyone’s eyes!"

"Alright. You can leave now." Tyler waved the butler away indifferently.

"Sir, don’t you plan to avenge her at all?" The butler couldn’t stop himself from asking.

"I have my plans. I don’t need you to tell me what to do. Get out." Tyler responded calmly.

"Yes, Sir." The butler left with his head lowered and without saying another word.

He can’t understand why Tyler was being so calm despite knowing who the murderer was. It was too peculiar.

"She may be an idiot, but she’s still a Grant." Tyler lifted his cup of tea and softly called out. Euria."

Instantly, a woman donning black clothes and a raindrop-designed mask appeared.

"Master, you called for me?" The woman responded, kneeling on one knee before him with her head bowed.

"Have some fun with this Dustin, but don’t kill him so quickly," Tyler ordered.

"Yes, Master," Euria answered before disappearing without a trace, like a ghost.

Back in the Harmon estate.

"There, all done. You’ll be fine in a few days." Dust in carefully applied medicine to Natasha’s wound and bandaged it up nicely.

Although the wound was shallow, it would still hurt.

"Will it leave a scar on my face?" Natasha picked up a mirror and examined her face worriedly.

"Why? Do you doubt my skills?" Dustin asked in mock displeasure.

"I’m just worried I’ll look ugly if I have a scar, and you won’t like me anymore," Natasha answered seriously.