Chapter: 907

"Even though we can’t touch them publicly, no one said anything about acting in the dark." Tyler stood with his hands behind his back. His gaze was unusually cold as he stared at a bird perched. on a tree outside the window.

What?

"Oh? What are your plans?" Roger was curious.

"I have a few friends in the martial arts world. I’m going to get them to act and create chaos within the Harmon family!" Tyler spat out coldly.

"But, that’s Paul’s territory … " Roger was at a loss for words. Paul was highly influential as a martial arts master.

"Hmph! He’s just an old man nearing death. While his words hold a certain weight, it won’t be enough to stop me!" Tyler had a look of arrogance.

"It seems like you have everything arranged. Is there anything I can help you with?" Roger asked cautiously.

"Just keep an eye on George’s movements for me. As long as he doesn’t enter the picture, I will play with the Harmons as I please!" Tyler clenched his fist. ·

"No problem. Leave it to me," Roger vouched as he patted his chest. He wasn’t brave enough to challenge Lord Xenos. However, it would be nothing if he just had to monitor his movements.

After sending Roger off, Tyler suddenly turned around and faced a corner.

"That Dustin brat irritated me today. I asked you to kill him the last time, but I changed my mind. I want him to go. through a living hell!"

"Right away!" A shadow disappeared from the corner.

The next morning, at Nicholson Corp. Dustin reported to work as usual. As Chief Security Officer, his work was relatively easy. He would punch in in the morning and patrol the area with a few officers, and he would have free time after that. He could do anything he wanted since no one was there to keep watch on him.

Dustin had just sat down in his office when someone knocked on his door. He looked up and found that it was the Vice Chairman, Hank Hoffman.

"Mr. Rhys, are you free? Can I have a word with you?" Hank walked in the door with a smile.

Remaining in his seat, Dustin greeted him.

"Mr. Hoffman, how can I help you?"

"Mr. Rhys, I had my friend bring back this aged Narcissus Tea from Mount Woui. I hope you like it.

Hank took out a delicate gift box and placed it on his table.

Dustin raised an eyebrow.

"Aged Narcissus Tea? This must be pretty expensive."

"It’s nothing, just over a million dollars." Hank smiled.