Chapter: 873

"Well, am I wrong? If you were capable of saving me, then why didn’t you do anything when you were beaten up?" Dustin refuted.

"You-" Gordon was silenced. It was still embarrassing for him to recall how the Langford manager had busted his head with a bottle.

"Stop spouting nonsense, Rhys!" Zeke glared at him and raised his voice.

"They had the numbers, and we were at a disadvantage; that was the only reason why we endured it. We made them pay for it after!"

"That’s right! Only a brute would act hastily. Gordon’s a gentleman, it’s only a given that he wouldn’t lower his standards to that of a brute’s!" Zoey parroted.

"Better to be a brute than a chicken." Dustin didn’t hold back.

"You took everything they did to you without so much as a protest; how dare you brag and talk smack to me now?"

They all flushed in embarrassment at Dustin’s words.

"Y–you, you … What did you just say?! Where are your manners, you uncultured swine? How vulgar!" Zoey was upset by Dustin’s words. Although Dustin calmly spoke, his words hit right where they hurt.

"You’re right! A country bumpkin will always be a country bumpkin! He’s got no manners at all!" Zeke was livid. With his privileged background and high educational status, he had never been insulted in such a manner, much less by someone who he considered much lower in status than him.

"The way I behave depends on the person I’m talking to. Do you expect me to treat you with respect when you’re blatantly belittling me?" Dustin asked coldly.

"You!" Zoey clenched her jaws and found that she was at a loss for words.

"Come on, we’re all Natasha’s friends. Let’s not make things ugly over a small matter." Adriana quickly tried to smooth things over and ease the tension when she saw that things were starting to escalate. It was Mr. Harmon’s 50th birthday celebration today. There was no doubt they’d be creating trouble for the Harmons if they were to have a row there.

"Forget it. Let’s just ignore the loser. We don’t want to stoop down to his level." Gordon swiftly collected himself and shot Dustin a scornful look.

"You’re right. It’s wasted effort debating with uncultured people." Zoey shot Dustin a side–eye.

"Hah! He’s just a boy toy with a glib tongue. What else is he capable of?" Zeke insulted.

"Chicken." Dustin spat before finding a seat by the side and proceeded promptly to ignore them.

"You!" They were so irked that they almost lost their cool again. They had started out intending to disgrace Dustin in order to make him stay away from Natasha and to flaunt their superiority, but in the end, they failed miserably. Not only did they not gain an upper hand over Dustin, he even put them to shame. It was frustrating indeed!

Just as they were still indignant over the unpleasant exchange, a commotion broke out by the entrance. They looked up to see a hunky man clad in military uniform, with two adjutants following behind him. Following close beside him was a charming woman with a shapely figure.

"Hey, who’s the army man? He looks so cool!" Zoey’s eyes lit up.

"If I’m not mistaken, he should be Mr. Jacob’s son, Dylan Harmon!" Gordon answered.

"Dylan Harmon? What a nice name!" Zoey’s eyes remained glued to Dylan.