Chapter: 875

"Mr. Harmon …" The rest of her sentence was left stuck in her throat as Dylan walked past her without sparing her a glance and stopped in front of Dustin.

"What?" They were all left frozen in place awkwardly, as they had all assumed that Dylan was heading toward them, when in fact, he had been heading toward Dustin.

"You’re Dustin Rhys?" Dylan looked down his nose at Dustin arrogantly.

"I’ve heard that you’re quite close with my cousin, Natasha, and that you’ve helped her out of some tough situations. As a token of my appreciation, I’d like to share a drink with you."

With that, Dylan handed him the glass of wine he was holding. That left Zoey and the rest of them gaping in awe. It was beyond their expectation that someone like Dylan, who held a high military position and had a promising future, would offer Dustin a drink. Who was Dustin to deserve such a show of respect?

As Zoey, Gordon, and the rest looked on with envy, Dustin glanced at the glass of wine and spat icily, "I’m not drinking that. Get lost." A deathly silence fell over the crowd.

"I’m not drinking that. Get lost." Dustin’s words were short and sweet, but he brought a deathly hush over the hall.

All eyes were on Dylan the moment he entered. There were numerous people present who would do anything to gain his favor, so when they witnessed Dylan offering Dustin a drink, the onlookers, including Zoey, Gordon, and Zeke, were astonished. Jealous, even. It was definitely something worth bragging about to have someone like Dylan offer you a drink. However, they had never expected Dustin to actually turn him down and even arrogantly dismiss him. What was the meaning of that? Was Dustin really so full of himself?

"What did you just say?" Not only were the onlookers surprised, but even Dylan couldn’t believe his ears. He was a Harmon, a high–ranking commander in the Dark Panther Cavalry, and a future general! No matter where he went, people would fawn over him and go out of their way to please him. Just a smile from him could make someone’s day, so shouldn’t regular people feel honored that he’d offer them a drink? How dare this rascal turn down the wine he had offered?

"Didn’t you hear me? I said, get lost," Dustin repeated himself in the same cold manner.

"How dare you?"

"You insolent bastard!"

"You’ve crossed the line!"

The crowd was in an uproar. All those who were trying to get into Dylan’s good books stood up for him, hurling profanities at Dustin. People who weren’t in the know might have thought they held some deep–seated grudge against Dustin.

"Is that scoundrel out of his damn mind? How dare he speak so rudely to a commander?" Zoey was bewildered. She had never imagined that Dustin would be so daring as to behave with such insolence toward Dylan. He obviously held no regard for Dylan’s status and position.

"Hah! He’s going to get what he deserves for being so arrogant! I’d like to see how Dylan is going to deal with him!" Zeke gloated gleefully at Dustin’s impending misfortune.

"What an idiot!" Gordon shook his head with a smile on his face.

Adriana remained quiet, worry creeping into her eyes. Dustin had left quite a good impression on her, and she could tell he was a responsible and courageous man. However, she had to admit that he had acted too rashly.

"You bastard! How dare you disrespect my superior? I’ll shoot you in the head!" An adjutant roared furiously, it had taken him a brief moment to react.

"I don’t believe you will," Dustin calmly replied.

"You!" The adjutant choked on his words. Had they been at the borders, he’d already have shot Dustin many times over, but with so many civilian onlookers, he dared not act impulsively.

"Do you know who I am, punk? How dare you speak to me like that?" Dylan asked icily, a menacing glint in his eyes. He was not going to let this scoundrel, who had just humiliated him in public, off so easily.