Chapter: 833

"Don’t be silly." Dustin was amused.

"I promise you, your face won’t scar. Besides, even if it does, you’ll still be the prettiest person in the world to me!"

"Hmph! Such a sweet talker." A small smile appeared on Natasha’s face, and her worry eased. Although she wasn’t as superficial as other ladies, she was also afraid of turning ugly.

"Dustin, get your ass over here!" Someone suddenly roared, sending the door flying with a powerful kick, and a group of people led by Trent instantly filled the room.

"What are you doing, Uncle Trent?" Natasha asked with a frown.

"It’s none of your business! We’re here for him!" Trent pointed at Dustin and yelled.

"How dare you kill Ms. Layla! I’m here to drag you to the Grants. You better apologize to them immediately!"

"But Dustin did that to save me!" Natasha argued.

"Why are you still defending him?" Trent seethed.

"Do you know that if we don’t hand him over to the Grants, we’ll have to face their wrath instead?"

"I don’t care. All I know is that Dustin saved me, so I need to protect him. You want to get to him? Over my dead body!" Natasha stepped forward, her glare menacing.

"Y-you’re hopeless!" Trent exclaimed, livid.

"Natasha Harmon! Do you intend to ruin our entire family because of him?" Jacob yelled.

"He should pay for what he did. Since he was the one who caused this mess, we shouldn’t have to bear the brunt of his mistakes!"

"Exactly! We must arrest him and hand him over to the Grant!"

Members of the Harmon family continuously shouted out in anger and indignation.

"Shut up!" Natasha roared.

"All right, leave now," she ordered.

The crowd dispersed away irreverently.

"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.