My Mysterious Life Vol.5

Martial Arts/Billionaire/Contemporary/Romance

Chapter 251

‘The crowd was stunned to see the owner frantically apologizing to Dustin. They all gaped at Dustin, jaws Iropped in disbelief.

‘Ten million dollars had accidentally turned into 100 million dollars, and the Was the transaction successful?

How much money was on that card?

No one could laugh anymore. Instead, their eyes were full of shock and envy as they stared at Dustin, who had easily paid what ordinary families couldn’t even earn after generations.

He was the true tycoon!

“T–that’s impossible!” After getting over his shock, Mike’s reaction turned into disbelief.

“Did you make a mistake, sir? There’s no way this guy could have so much money!”

How could such a shabbily dressed man have 100 million dollars?

‘He’s right. It has to be fake. There’s no way anyone would carry 100 million dollars around!” Nina voiced her suspicions as well, Although none of the others spoke, they obviously doubted it as well.

‘Look closely, you ignorant fools!” The owner humphed and slapped the bill onto the table. Several people who read the slip of paper were shocked.

“l–it’s real?”

Both Mike and Nina were stunned, and even those who had their doubts were astonished. With the proof right before their eyes, they had no choice but to recognize Dustin’s wealth,

“Where did you get so much money?” Abigail asked in awe. Ten million dollars was shocking enough, much less 100 million.

“I earned it, of course. How else?” Dustin responded indifferently.

“What do you do to earn that much?” Abigail became even more curious.

“I’m a doctor. I treat wealthy people, so it shouldn’t be surprising. Dustin answered truthfully.

“I see”

For a moment. Abigail pondered if she should start learning medicine instead.

“My apologies, sir. I’ll contact someone to refund you immediately,” the owner kept apologizing.

There was no way he could afford to offend someone who had over 100 million dollars. Anyone in their industry knows that if someone has 100 million in their deposits, their total assets could be worth ten times more!

*Just get it done,” Dustin responded with a nod before turning his attention to Chubster.

“Hey, Chubster! I don’t have ten million dollars. Will 100 million do it?”

The corner of Fatty’s eye twitched, his face darkening rapidly. Just like how arrogant his attitude had been earlier, he felt equally humiliated right now. Who could have thought that a country bumpkin could be this rich?

“I’ll take your silence as a ‘yes, " Dustin smirked. “As per our earlier agreement, you should get to your knees and start barking now.”

“You should go easy on others. You never know what might happen in the future, so don’t push your luck!” Chubster growled.

“I doubt you were going to let me go easily either, so why should I go easy on you?” Dustin wore a fake smile.

“Because I’m from the Doyle family!” Chubster answered coldly.

“My name is Duncan Doyle, and my eldest brother is Terry Doyle, someone who is well–known in Millsburg!”

“What? Terry Doyle?”

Everyone paled after hearing his name. Most people have heard of that name before. The Doyle family is a martial arts family that runs a security firm. They were known for providing excellent security for wealthy and powerful families.

Terry Doyle was the future head of the family. At a young age, he had already made a name for himself for being a capable but ruthless man who disregarded the law.

In terms of power, Terry was potentially Tyler Grant’s rival since they both liked doing things however they wanted.

“So what if you’re rich? You still have to submit to the Doyle family.” Mike goaded secretly.

As a martial arts family, the Doyle family has always acted however they liked, so they would never take this matter lightly.

“The Doyle family is incredibly powerful. I guess it’s over for this guy.” Nina shook her head, pleased with the show.

Being rich was different from being powerful. Some rich families were nothing but ants to powerful families.

“You scared now?” Duncan smirked.

“Since you know who I am now, you should know what to do next, right?”

He may not be able to withdraw 100 million dollars, but he had a powerful brother. As long as he used his brother’s name, most people would let him have his way.

“So what? Don’t be a sore loser. You’ve lost the bet, so you should keep your side of the bargain,” Dustin responded bluntly.

“Huh?” Duncan frowned.

“Do you have any idea what you’re saying? Are you challenging the Doyle family right now?”

“My answer remains the same. Since you lost, you’ll have to kneel! Dustin answered.

“You have no shame!” Duncan slammed his palm onto the table and yelled.

“Men, teach him a lesson!” Immediately, two burly bodyguards popped out of the corner of the room.

“Those who disrespect the Doyle family will have to pay the price. Therefore, we will break one of your arms today!”

The two guards glowered at Dustin as they advanced furiously, making people dodge aside out of fear,

“Go away!” As soon as the two men came near him, Dustin smacked them across the face forcefully, sending them flying. Furniture broke, and wine splattered in all directions.

“Holy shit!” Duncan was shocked. He didn’t expect Dustin to be so powerful, defeating his two elite bodyguards effortlessly.

“Kneel!” Dustin walked toward the other man slowly, his eyes turning menacing.

“Y–you better not mess around! My brother won’t let you go if you harm me!” Duncan shrieked.

“Is that so? Let’s see if your brother is capable enough.” Dustin sneered before jamming his foot into Duncan’s abdomen.

“Ouch!” Duncan wailed. He soared through the air before his knees smashed into the ground, turning into a bloody mess.

“H–h–how dare you hit me!” Duncan stammered, outraged,

“So what?” Dustin replied calmly.

“You shouldn’t blame me for teaching you a lesson when you broke your promise first. It should be fair to trade the three barks with three slaps.”

With that, he delivered two slaps across Duncan’s face. It caused the man to feel lightheaded, his teeth popping out and his nose bleeding. Duncan’s already plump face swelled up even further.

“Remember to keep a low profile the next time you try to have some fun.” Dustin raised his hand slowly and delivered the last blow.

With a loud smack, Duncan’s body, which weighed over 200 pounds, flew into the air before landing on one of the tables heavily, and the man passed out on the spot.

The sight had rendered everyone speechless as they gaped at Dustin,

How could he hit someone from the Doyle family? Did he have a death wish?

“Are you out of your mind? How could you attack someone from the Doyle family?” Nina and the others went pale as a sheet when they saw Duncan lying on the floor, unconscious. They never expected Dustin to be so bold.

“So what?” Dustin replied, unconcerned.

“Hmmph! What an ignorant fool!” Nina glanced at him disdainfully.

“The Doyle family is one of the Fabulous Five. You might end up as a corpse floating in the Ziby River by tomorrow!”

“Really? I don’t think so.” Dustin shrugged.

“Don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you’re rich. The Doyle family is far stronger than you can imagine.” Mike informed scornfully.

Terry Doyle is also a protective man. If he hears that his family was attacked, he’ll take this seriously! If I were you, I’d start apologizing to them and atoning for my sins. That way. you might still have a chance of survival.”

Dustin gave the other man a small smile in response.

“Well, you aren’t me.”

“I’ve said what I needed to say. Since you’re being so foolish, good luck. Let’s go!” Mike sneered and got up to leave. He didn’t want to get caught up in this mess with the Doyle family.

“Hmmph! It’s no use talking to people like you. When the time comes, you’ll learn just how powerful they are.” Nina shot Dustin a glare before following Mike.

“Dude, word of advice? Leave Millsburg right now. Run as far as you can before it’s too late,” the group cautioned before leaving hurriedly, worried they might get roped in as well.

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“What should we do now? You seem to have gotten yourself in trouble now. I shouldn’t have encouraged you earlier.” Abigail muttered worriedly. She has heard of the Doyle family before as well. They were people whom ordinary citizens like her could never cross.

“Calm down. It’s no big deal.” Dustin smiled.

“Yeah, right. Quit bragging.” Abigail huffed.

“You’ll find out soon.” Dustin chuckled but didn’t explain further.

“Thanks for that just now.” Just then, Ruby walked over and nodded her head at Dustin.

“You’re welcome. That chubster just happened to annoy me.” Dustin waved her off before suddenly thinking of something. ‘Oh, right. Remember to return my ten million dollars.”

“What?” Ruby was stunned. She didn’t expect him to bring up money at that moment.

“Hey, how can you ask someone to pay back the money you’ve already gifted out? That’s such a spineless move.” Abigail gave him an odd look.

“I was only doing that to defend you guys. You don’t expect me to still give my money away, do you?” Dustin splayed out his hands.

“You’re an interesting guy. Sure. I’ll return your money to you. Let me get your contact first.”

Ruby smiled and exchanged numbers with Dustin before continuing.

“You can call me if the Doyle family tries anything funny.”

“Huh?” Dustin was surprised. From the way Ruby spoke, he could tell that there was more than what met the eye.

“It’s late, Abigail. I’ll be going home now. Talk to you soon,” Ruby waved her hand and turned to leave..

“Hey, kid. Who’s that friend of yours? She doesn’t seem like an ordinary person.” Dustin casually asked.

“I heard that she comes from a rich family, but I don’t know what business they’re in.” Abigail shook her head.

“Forget it. Let’s go. Your dad’s going to get worried.” Pushing the matter aside. Dustin and Abigail quickly left.

The next morning. Dustin was reading medical literature when a silver Bentley pulled up at the entrance of the courtyard.

“Bad news, Dustin! Something happened to my dad!” Ruth rushed into the building and yelled anxiously.

“Calm down. Your dad won’t die yet.” Dustin slowly lowered his book, looking unbothered.

“Huh? How did you know?” Ruth was surprised.

“Didn’t I tell you yesterday? Your father was poisoned, and he won’t live past three days. This is only the second day, so he still has one day left.” Dustin answered.

“Then, what should we do? Can you treat him?” Ruth pressed.

“I can, but on one condition.”

“What is it?”

“I hope your family can agree to your sister’s request and break off the engagement with the Grant family.

“Break off the engagement?” Ruth frowned.

“Dustin, this isn’t a matter to be taken lightly. My father won’t agree to it.”

The marriage was one that both families were expecting. Should the engagement be broken off, the relationship between the two families would worsen, which could negatively impact the Harmon family.

“Don’t tell me it’s more important than your father’s life?” Dustin retorted.

“You don’t know my dad. He’s always prioritized the bigger picture. For the greater good of the family, he’d rather sacrifice himself!” Ruth told him gravely.

“He’s that stubborn?” Dustin was surprised.

“Why else would my sister be forced to do something against her will? I would love for you to be my brother–in–law, but my dad will never allow her to break off the engagement.” Ruth sighed.

“What a stubborn old man!” Dustin frowned.

At first, he thought he’d be able to use this incident to change the other man’s mind, but it seemed like that plan was bound to fail.

Suddenly, Ruth said, “If you want to stop them from getting married, I have an idea.”

“What is it?” Dustin asked.

“It’ll be hard to get through my dad, but you can always try someone else. For example, the Grant family.” Ruth lowered her voice.

“The Harmons‘ annual family gathering is happening tomorrow. I’m sure Tyler will send some gifts tomorrow. You should use that opportunity to kick up a fuss. You might be able to mess the engagement up that way.”

“Are you sure it’ll work?” Dustin thought about it.

“That doesn’t matter. You still have to try. I’m sure you’ll be fine.” Ruth puffed out her chest.

Dustin stared at her tiredly without replying. She must spend too much time watching soap operas.

“I don’t mind saving your father, Roth, but I need to meet your sister first.” Dustin decided to compromise. He was more worried that he might take things too far, so he wanted to ask for Natasha’s opinion beforehand.

“No problem. I’ll get it down right now!” Ruth took out her phone and made a call.

After a moment, she answered. “My mom agreed. As long as you can treat my father, she’ll let you meet my sister.”

“Deal!” Dustin sprung up and got into the Bentley to accompany Ruth back to the Harmon estate. He has been feeling anxious for the past few days. Now, they could finally meet again.

At noon, Dustin sat in Ruth’s car, and the two of them arrived at the Harmon estate with ease.

As one of the Fabulous Five, the Harmon family’s headquarters were luxurious. It had a man–made lake, a garden with artificial hills, farms, wineries, and numerous magnificent villas.

Hundreds of guards patrolled the perimeters, and dozens of staff worked there, fully demonstrating the power of an aristocratic family.

Staring at the garden, Dustin pondered about the annual family gathering happening tomorrow.

“We’re here.”

The silver Bentley slowly pulled into the entrance of the main villa. As soon as they got out of the car, they spotted Jessica and two servants waiting for them at the entrance.

“You’re here.” Jessica gave Dustin a lock over and asked cooly, “Yesterday, you said that my husband was poisoned by mystic poison. Is that true?”

“You wouldn’t have looked for me if it weren’t,” Dustin answered, making Jessica narrow her eyes.

She would never have sought him out if her husband, Hector, hadn’t succumbed to the odd illness. Even the doctors in their family couldn’t find the cause of the problem.

“Let me ask you again. Are you sure you can cure him?” Jessica asked again.

“I’m not sure. That depends on the severity of his sickness. If it hasn’t progressed too far, it’ll be easy to treat but it’ll be hard if it has.” Dustin didn’t promise her anything.

“Follow me.” Jessica frowned and spun around to lead the way.

Dustin and Ruth quickly followed her, and they soon arrived at a ward full of medical equipment. Many specialists were gathered there as they tried to come up with a treatment plan while Hector lay unconscious on the bed. His once charming face had turned blue, and his lips had turned a shade of purple from the powerful poison.

Dustin approached the bed and took Hector’s pulse before checking his eyes and mouth. He was now sure that Hector had been poisoned by incredibly potent poison.

“Dustin, how’s my dad? Can you treat him?” Ruth asked tentatively.

“It’s a little tricky, but I can try,” Dustin answered after thinking about it.

“Try?” Jessica frowned.

“This is his life we’re talking about, and you’re telling me you’ll try? Are you joking?”

“Mrs. Harmon, this isn’t any regular poison. We’ll have to take a risk if we want to save him.” Dustin explained. With how serious Hector’s condition was, it’d be a miracle if they could even save his life.

“That’s not what I want to hear! I want my husband to recover completely!” Jessica hissed.

“She’s right. If you can’t do it, let us treat him.”

Suddenly, a group of people entered the room. They were led by a chubby, middle- aged man, followed by Quentin and a voluptuous woman wearing a dress.

“What are you guys doing here? Trent?” Jessica was surprised.

The Harmon family had three brothers. The eldest was Trent Harmon, the middle was Jacob Harmon and the youngest was Hector Harmon.

As the most capable brother, Hector ended up being the head of the family.

“I heard Hector had fallen ill, so I sought out a famous international doctor. Trent gestured to someone behind him, and a blond man in a coat walked forward, proudly carrying a case.

“This is Dr. Peter Shillingford.” Trent introduced with a smile.

“Dr. Peter is one of the best doctors in the world, and he’s currently a professor at Harvard Medical School. He’s known for treating all sorts of illnesses. I’m sure Hector will be safe now that he’s here.”

“A professor at Harvard?” Jessica’s face lit up when she heard that. It was easy to imagine how excellent Peter’s skills must be to be a professor at the world’s best medical school. There was no way the doctors in their country could be better than him.

“What are you waiting for, Rhys? Step aside! There’s no way your measly skills can compete with Dr. Peter.” Trent sneered.

“I’m not underestimating him, but he won’t be able to treat this,” Dustin replied calmly.

The poison inside Hector was made up of a combination of witchcraft and parasitic poison. No matter how advanced Western medicine might be, there was no way the doctor would be able to treat this.

“Humph! What a fool!” Quentin snapped. Just because you’re a loser doesn’t mean Dr. Peter is. Go away Don’t delay Hector’s treatment!”

“Jessica, what on earth were you thinking? How could you trust a quack doctor? What would you do if Hector ended up suffering side effects? Who would take the responsibility for that? Trent demanded, displeased.

“You’re right.” Jessica smiled sheepishly. She turned around and told Dustin, “Dustin, get out of Dr. Peter’s way.”

“Mrs. Harmon, I promise I can save Mr. Harmon’s life, but I can’t say the same for someone else,” Dustin warned.

“Don’t tell me you think you’re better than Dr. Peter. What a joke!” Quentin sniggered.

“Dr. Peter is one of the best international professors of medicine. How about you? You don’t even have a medical license. What gives you the courage to challenge Dr. Peter?”

“Things from overseas aren’t necessarily better. Besides, traditional medicine isn’t inferior to modern medicine. * Dustin retorted.

“I’ve heard of traditional medicine before. It’s the thing people use to trick patients, isn’t it?” Peter’s smug voice rang cut. His intonation wasn’t the best, but his words could still be heard clearly.

“You’re right! I knew you’d be able to tell!” Quentin gave Peter a thumbs–up and smiled.

“Modern medicine is the best. Traditional medicine is old news by now. People only use it to trick others nowadays.”

“I don’t mind you looking down at me, but you shouldn’t look down on traditional medicine. Ignorant people like you don’t even know how powerful traditional medicine can be.” Dustin narrowed his eyes.

“Why don’t we have a small competition since you seem unconvinced?* Peter smirked.

“How?” Dustin.

‘See this patient right here? We’ll come up with our own treatment plans. Whoever treats him the quickest wins. The person who loses has to admit that their nothing but a fraud and quit practicing medicine.” Peter taunted.

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“Are you sure you want to put the stakes so high?” Dustin raised an eyebrow.

“Why? Are you afraid?” Peter leered.

“I’ll let this matter go if you admit that traditional medicine is merely a fraud.”

“Afraid?” Dustin shook his head.

“Well, I am slightly afraid that you might burst out crying.”

“You agree, then?” Peter regarded Dustin disdainfully with his arms folded.

“Of course.” Dustin nodded.

“Since you look so confident. I’m curious to see how good you are. However, I   hope you don’t regret your promise later.”

“Good. I’ll show you how lacking your traditional medicine is compared to modern medicine!” Peter smirked smugly. He pulled a vial of green liquid from his case and explained. “See this? This is the newest antidote my team developed. Within thirty minutes, the patient will wake up again.”

“Good luck.” Dustin’s response was simple.

“Look closely. This is the power of science!” Peter exclaimed before slowly injecting the green drug into Hector’s body.

After ten minutes, the unconscious man began to react. Sweat beaded Hector’s forehead, his limbs began warming up, and the blue discoloration in his skin began to recede as his condition began to improve.

“It’s working! It’s working!”

Jessica and Ruth were over the moon to see the changes.

As expected of a leading medical professor from abroad, the effects of such a small action were amazing.

“Do you see this, Rhys? This is Dr. Peter’s skills. One vial was enough to deal with a complicated issue you couldn’t deal with!” Quentin grinned.

“That’s just a temporary fix. It won’t fix the root cause.” Dustin replied indifferently.

“You sure are as stubborn as a mule!” Quentin humphed.

“Western medicine is all about science while traditional medicine is nothing but tricks. How could you ever win?” Peter grinned smugly.

“You’re incredible, Dr. Peter!” Jessica praised.

“What do you think, Jessica? The person I asked for help is good, isn’t he?” Trent smiled softly.

“Thank you so much, Trent. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Jessica lowered her head.

“Don’t mention it. We’re a family, after all.” Trent waved her off. “The annual family gathering is tomorrow. As the head of the family, Hector will have to host the event, so make sure he takes care of himself.”

“I will.” Jessica nodded her head.

“Hey, Rhys! It’s time to keep up your end of the bargain!” Quentin yelled. “From today onwards, you’re a liar who can’t ever practice medicine again. Got it?”

We don’t know who the winner is yet. Aren’t you speaking too soon?” Dustin retorted.

“Just look at the evidence. Are you trying to go back on your word?” Quentin sniggered.

“Open your goddamn eyes and see how your uncle is doing.” Dustin gestured with his chin.

“Huh?”

Quentin turned around to see that Hector’s condition had worsened. His skin, which had seen some improvement earlier, had turned blue once more.

“Why is this happening? Hasn’t he been cured?” Quentin paled.

“Dr. Peter, what’s happening?” Jessica frowned, her earlier happiness quickly turning back to worry.

“That’s odd. He was fine just now.” Peter noted, puzzled. “Maybe the dosage was too low. Let me inject another vial.” He pulled out another vial from his case and administered the drug once more.

The results were the same. After a temporary improvement, Hector’s skin and lips would turn blue and purple. and his limbs would turn stiff again. Instead of improving, his condition seemed to worsen further.

“Dr. Peter, didn’t you say that everything was fine? Why is this happening?” Jessica’s eyes had turned hostile.

“That’s odd. We’ve tested our antidote multiple times. There’s no way it would fail.” Peter began feeling slightly nervous as well.

“What now?” Jessica demanded with a frown.

“This place is too poorly equipped. There’s nothing better I can do. Peter answered seriously.

“So you turned out to be useless after all?” Jessica’s face darkened further. The person she thought was her husband’s savior turned out to be a quack doctor!

“Why don’t you think of another solution, Dr. Peter?” Quentin insisted.

“It’s futile. The technology your country uses is too dated. I can only cure him back in my country.” Peter shook his head, feeling proud of his country.

“Just admit that you can’t do it and stop blaming our facilities or technology.” Dustin retorted cooly.

“As if you’d be able to treat something I can’t!” Peter humphed haughtily.

“This is the difference between traditional medicine and modern medicine. You need all sorts of equipment, but we only need our hands and some silver needles,” Dustin replied calmly.

“Nonsense! Do you think you’re God or something?” Peter looked at him dubiously. As one of the best doctors in the world, he despised frauds like Dustin.

“I have no idea if God can do it, but I’m sure I can,” Dustin answered.

“Fine! Go ahead! Let’s see how quack doctors like you treat patients. Peter flushed with anger.

“Exactly! What’s the point of saying all that? You need to treat Uncle Hector first!” Quentin echoed along.

“Alright. I’ll show you!”

Dustin unbuttoned Hector’s shirt and drew out his silver needles. After studying Hector’s body carefully, he pricked several of the man’s vital pressure points, most of which were gathered around his midsection. When all the needles were in place, he flicked one finger, and the dozens of needles began vibrating at a high frequency.

Soon, dark blood tricked out of where the needles were placed and slowly gave way to a steady stream of vibrant red. Then, Dustin took out a pill and stuck it into Hector’s mouth.

When the man’s stomach began grumbling, Dustin slapped his palm on his midsection. Instantly, Hector sprung up and spat out a mouthful of darkened blood, which fell to the floor with a sizzle.

Everyone in the room was shocked when they saw a cluster of wiggling, red maggots swimming in the pool of blood. It was a frightening sight.

“What’s going on?”

The crowd exchanged puzzled glances. No one could have expected Hector to have so many maggots in his stomach.

“This is the mystic poison I was talking about. Do you believe me now?” Dustin slowly let out his breath and turned to Jessica.

Jessica frowned but said nothing.

“H–how did you do that?” Peter gaped at Dustin in awe.

After throwing up the mouthful of dark blood, Hector’s complexion had returned to normal, and his breathing finally evened out, seeming to be fine now.

“This is traditional medicine. You’ll never understand it.” Dustin stated indifferently.

Peter blushed in embarrassment, not expecting the ordinary doctor he mocked to be so skilled. Was this the power of traditional medicine?

Not long after he spat out the dark blood, Hector came around. Although his body was weak, it was a miracle that he’d made it.

As for Peter, when he saw Hector regain consciousness, he admitted defeat and apologized to Dustin sincerely. He said that he’d been foolish to underestimate the power of traditional medicine and that he’d resign from his position after returning to his country to start learning traditional medicine instead.

Dustin decided to let the man be. After all, Peter may be a proud man, but he sincerely respected those who were stronger than him.

The rest of the Harmon family also resumed their activities after making sure that Hector was fine. Quentin, however, made sure to glare at Dustin on his way out.

“How are you feeling? Dad? Are you in pain anywhere?” Ruth walked over to the bed, holding a glass of warm water.

“I’m fine. I just feel slightly bloated.” Hector took two sips.

“Duh. Look at the blood you threw up. It’s full of maggots!” Ruth told him, shaken.

“Huh?” Hector looked down and frowned.

“What’s this?”

“Dustin said you were poisoned by mystic poison. If it weren’t for him, you’d still be unconscious right now.” Ruth explained.

“Dustin?” Hector glanced around before noticing Dustin standing beside him, his expression turning troubled.”

I didn’t expect you to save me.”

“It’s still too early to celebrate. Although I’ve gotten rid of the venomous curse, you aren’t in the clear yet.” Dustin told them bluntly.

“What do you mean?” Hector frowned.

“Mystic poison is a combination of witchcraft and parasitic poison. The parasitic poison has been cleared, but the witchcraft issue remains.” Dustin explained.

“Then what should we do?” Hector asked.

“Simple. I just need to treat you once per day for the next five days, and you’ll recover,” Dustin said.

“I see.” Hector nodded and asked, “How much will each treatment cost?”

“I don’t want money. I just need you to promise me something.” Dustin bargained.

“What is it?”

“I hope you can annul the engagement between the Harmon family and the Grant family.” Dustin’s reply was astonishing.

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“Annul the engagement?” Hector frowned.

“Never!”

“To tell you the truth, Mr. Harmon, I’m the only one who can save your life. I think trading that marriage for your life is a good deal,” Dustin said with a small smile.

“Are you threatening me?” Hector narrowed his eyes.

“I wouldn’t dare. I’m merely making a request.”

“My answer won’t change. Never!” Hector’s attitude was firm.

“I can tell you that it doesn’t matter if you treat me. The marriage will still commence.”

“Aren’t you scared of dying?” Dustin frowned.

“What’s there to fear? Everyone has to die eventually. The only thing different is the timing.” Hector answered calmly.

“I guess you are different. No one would think about death so calmly.” Dustin sighed. He had his doubts when he heard what Ruth said earlier, but after speaking with Hector, he was now sure that the older man was not afraid of death at all Stubborn men like Hector were always the hardest to deal with.

“It’s pointless to butter up to me now. Tell me how much money you want for saving me today, and forget about everything else.” Hector stated icily.

“You don’t have to pay me. I did what I needed to. I just want to see Natasha.” Dustin gave in.

“Why do you want to see her? You should know that there’s no future for you two!” Hector warned.

“Even if there isn’t, there’s nothing wrong with meeting a friend, right? Besides, Mrs. Harmon already agreed to this earlier.” Dustin replied.

“Huh?”

Hector turned around and looked at Jessica, who reluctantly said, “You were in critical condition, so I became desperate and told him that as long as he’s able to treat you. I’ll let the two of them meet.”

“That’s fine. Your intentions were good.” Hector didn’t get angry but responded calmly instead. “I agree to let you two meet, but you’d better not mess around. I’ll have someone watching you. Got it?”

“Yes!” Dustin agreed immediately.

“Ruth, lead him to your sister,” Hector instructed.

“Okay!” Ruth chirped.

Natasha had been waiting for this chance for ages, and today, the two would finally get to meet.

“Oh, that reminds me. Before leaving the room, Dustin halted and turned his head around. “Mr. Harmon, mystic poison isn’t a simple issue. The person who poisoned you probably has more in store. Be careful of those around you.”

“Got it.” Hector nodded. He has always lived in seclusion, so it wasn’t easy to poison him. It was also worth noting that tomorrow was the annual family gathering. As the head of the family, things would be thrown into chaos should others find out that he had fallen ill Therefore, it was hard not to have suspicions when the timing at which things were happening was so precarious.

“Jesicca, who do you think poisoned me?” Hector asked all of a sudden.

“Besides the Dark Lord, I can’t think of anyone else who is skilled at the mystic arts and holds a grudge against our family,” Jessica responded in a serious tone.

The mysterious and powerful Dark Lord has always been a thorn in their side. The Harmon family has invested in countless men to get rid of him over the years, but their efforts proved to be futile. Every year, core members.

of the Harmon family would mysteriously end up dead, and each time, clues would point to the Dark Lord as the culprit.

It was safe to say that one man alone had made the entire Harmon family restless, and mentally.

“Yes, He’s the only one.” Hector sighed tiredly. “Unfortunately, we can’t do much since he continues to hide in the dark. That’s why I have no choice but to force Natasha to marry into the Grant family.”

“I understand.” Jessica sighed as well. “We can only use the Grant family’s power to deal with the Dark Lord if Natasha marries Tyler. Or else, our entire family will be doomed.”

“I feel so sorry for Natasha. She has to sacrifice herself for our family.” Hector looked remorseful. As a father, there was nothing he wished more than his children’s happiness. Alas, some things were beyond his control.

“Natasha is a good girl. She’ll understand why you’re doing this,” Jessica consoled him.

“I hope so.” Hector sighed again. Suddenly, he thought of something and asked, “What do you think of Dustin?”

“He’s a genius who’s skilled in both medicine and martial arts. He might be the best among his peers in Millsburg. Unfortunately, he still has a long way to go before competing with Tyler Grant.” Jessica gave her honest opinion. After knowing Dustin longer, she finally changed her opinions about him. However, because of his family background, there was still a gap between them.

“I wouldn’t mind making him our son–in–law if Natasha wasn’t promised to another. Unfortunately, they were just not meant to be,” Hector muttered, troubled.

“Try your best to help him from now on. We owe him that much.”

“I understand,” Jessica nodded.

The marriage between the two families had been set in stone, so it was a pity that the fated pair could never get together.

Meanwhile, in the backyard, a gorgeous woman sat gracefully on the arched bridge over the pond, her gaze fixed on the fish swimming in the water.

Her feet dangled in the air, and her toes would occasionally break the water’s surface.

Bathed in warm sunlight, she resembled a fairy, taking one’s breath away effortlessly. Even the colorful blossoms in the garden paled in comparison to her.

There was a splash as the woman flung a handful of fish feed into the pond.

Instantly, thousands of fish swarmed near her and thrashed around, splashing water everywhere. The colorful fish painted a gorgeous painting as they fought for good.

“I envy you fish. You can live without worrying about anything, unlike me, who can’t even decide what I like.” The woman sighed, her expression turning sad.

“Who said you can’t?” A familiar voice rang out behind her.

The woman froze before laughing at herself. “I’m even beginning to hallucinate in broad daylight now.”

“Hallucinate? It’s not that serious, is it?” The voice rang out again.

This time, the woman froze and slowly turned around to see a man step into the rays of sunlight and approach her.

The person was none other than Dustin.

“W–what are you doing here?” Natasha was so elated to see the person she had been missing dearly that she even doubted her eyes. She had been confined in her room for some time now, the isolation nearly throwing her into depression.

“Didn’t I say I’d come to look for you in Millsburg if you don’t return to Swinton? I’m keeping my promise right now.” Dustin smiled softly.

“You’re the best, Dear!” Smiling sweetly, Natasha forgot about the fish feed and threw herself into his arms. looking as happy as the fish in the pond.

Dustin finally felt his nervousness dissipate as he inhaled her familiar scent. He’d been worried ever since Natasha left Swinton, his worry only growing when he learned that she was going to marry Tyler. Now that he finally got to see her, he felt much calmer.

“Ahem. Mind your manners,” an unhappy voice lectured from behind them.

The two turned around to see a middle–aged woman standing behind Ruth.

“Mrs. Davys, I wish to talk to my friend. You may leave us.” Natasha waved her away.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Natasha. Mr. Harmon told me to keep an eye on the two of you.” Mrs. Davys shook her head.

“Hmmph! Why is that stubborn old man being so cautious? Does he think we’re going to elope?” Natasha huffed.

Mrs. Davys lowered her head without replying.

Knowing Natasha’s temper, eloping did sound like something she might do. With the family gathering right around the corner, Mrs. Davys couldn’t let something like that happen.

“Fine. You can stay.” Natasha wasn’t in the mood to argue, so she dragged Dustin over to the gazebo over the pond.

Mrs. Davys was just about to follow them when Ruth stopped her. “My dad only said to keep an eye on them. not stalk them! Why would you impede on a couple’s private conversation?”

Mrs. Davys thought about it for a moment and decided to wait where she was. After all, the two of them were still within her sights, and she could see every move they made.

“How did you get in here, Dear? My father isn’t the type of person who would give in easily.” Natasha asked, pouring two cups of tea.

“I saved his life, so I asked to meet you in return.”

Dustin gave her a rundown of everything that had happened. After hearing the story, Natasha grumbled. “What a reckless old man!”

“That’s why I came to talk to you. What should we do?” Dustin asked helplessly.

“I’ve been thinking about this too. There are only two ways to stop this wedding. We either change my father’s mind, or we force the Grant family to propose the annulment first.” Natasha pondered for a second before pointing out.

“My father’s too stubborn. He’s even willing to die for the family, so it’ll be too difficult to persuade him unless we can get rid of his worries.”

“What worries?” Dustin asked, curious.

Natasha sighed. “Years ago, our family offended someone called the Dark Lord. He’s a ruthless and evil person who uses despicably cruel methods. He’s been tormenting our family for years, killing someone every now and then. In recent years, he has been acting more ferociously, going to more extreme lengths. Even Fletcher Lawson was one of his men. It’s safe to say that the Dark Lord is not only a thorn in my father’s side but also a constant pain in my family’s ass. The reason my parents decided to marry me off to the Grant family was to ensure my safety, as well as borrow their power to deal with the Dark Lord.”

Understanding immediately dawned on Dustin. “So, as long as we get rid of the Dark Lord, your dad might give in?”

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“Yep.” Nasha nodded.

“Without the Dark Lord, our family has nothing to fear anymore.”

“Where’s the Dark Lord? I’ll get rid of him.” Dustin’s eyes turned murderous.

“Things wouldn’t have turned out this way if anyone knew where he is.” Natasha shook her head, smiling bitterly. “He’s so well hidden; I don’t even know what he looks like.”

“That’s going to be tricky.” Dustin frowned. It was going to take some time to find someone whose identity and looks were both a well–kept secret.

“Since dealing with the Dark Lord Is Impossible, we can only think of a plan to make the Grant family annul the agreement first.”

Natasha’s tone turned sharp. “Knowing Tyler Grant, he can’t bear it If anything is tainted. Tomorrow, when they send the gifts over, I’ll tell him that I’m already yours. With his pride, there’s no way he’ll accept that. He might even annul our engagement on the spot!”

“Are you sure it’ll work?” Dustin asked, unsure.

“It’s worth a shot. Natasha grinned mischievously. “No matter what, I’ll be kicking up a fuss tomorrow. Worse come to worst, I’ll just use my trump card. That way, the Grant family would never accept a daughter–in–law like me!”

“What trump card?” Dustin’s eyes twinkled.

“That’s a secret for now. You’ll find out tomorrow.” Natasha teased. After all, it’s a trump card. She wouldn’t reveal it so easily unless absolutely necessary.

Dustin did not leave right after meeting Natasha. Instead, he stayed in the Harmon estate under the pretense of treating Hector’s illness.

Naturally, to prevent the two of them from eloping, Mrs. Davys kept a close eye on them the entire time, separating them every time their actions became intimate.

During the night, the two were forbidden from seeing each other, which Dustin obeyed begrudgingly.

With that, the night passed uneventfully.

The next morning, the Harmons‘ annual family gathering had officially begun.

Countless people began pouring into the estate, luxury cars casually clustering the plaza.

As one of the Fabulous Five, the Harmon family was incredibly prosperous, consisting of hundreds of family members.

Besides those from the Harmon family, loyal company staff and other important family guests had all been invited as well making the place much livelier.

Hector, the head of the family, looked much better after receiving another round of treatment from Dustin.

Although the older man still looked weak, he was able to move around without much difficulty.

“Is the gathering this packed every year?” Dustin was shocked by the volume of guests heading to the banquet hall

“Of course!” Ruth lifted her head proudly. “Our family is large and well–connected, so a lot of people come for our annual gathering.”

“They’re merely opportunists, trying to butter up to us after hearing of our union with the Grant family.” Natasha scoffed. None of the past gatherings had ever been this lively. Most of the people were obviously here because of the Grant family.

“What are you still doing here, Rhys?” An annoying voice asked from behind them.

Dustin turned around to see Quentin and the woman from yesterday walking over. She wore a dress that showed off her voluptuous curves, and her enchanting looks only made her more bewitching. In comparison, Quentin looked much paler and weaker.

“Dustin is my dad’s savior. Why can’t he be here?” Ruth demanded.

“Hmph! It was just a coincidence. What’s there to be proud of?” Quentin scoffed.

“Mind your manners, Quentin,” the woman admonished Quentin before flashing Dustin a smile.

“I’ve been feeling sick lately, Doctor. When can you come over to my room and help me take a look? You seem quite skilled.‘

“Huh?” Dustin raised an eyebrow. What she said had sounded quite odd.

‘Dustin has been quite busy recently, Aunt Celeste. I’ll ask him to treat you when he has the time.” Natasha plastered on a smile.

“Alright, then. I’ll be waiting, then.” The woman, Celeste Marrow, smiled teasingly, brushing against Dustin as she walked past, releasing a unique and calming aroma.

“Hey, our annual family gathering is not something you can join. You should piss off,” Quentin growled a warning before following the woman, emitting the same scent.

“What are you looking at?” Natasha regarded Dustin coldly when she realized he was still staring at the woman. “Don’t tell me you have a thing for other people’s wives too?”

“O–o–of course not!” Dustin choked, awkward. “I was just thinking of the unique scent she carries.”

“Are you saying I don’t smell as good as her?” Natasha snapped, jealous. “She’s my eldest aunt. You better not get any ideas.”

“Your aunt?” Dustin was surprised. ‘She’s so young. She doesn’t look much older than Quentin.”

“Obviously.” Natasha rolled her eyes. “My uncle’s first wife passed away a long time ago, so he found this woman. She looks pretty, but her reputation is horrible.”

“It’s inevitable that people would criticize a couple with such a large age gap.” Dustin wasn’t surprised.

“It’s not just that.” Natasha shook her head and lowered her voice.

“I’ve heard that she plays around with Quentin as well.”

“What?” Dustin gaped at her. “Are you serious?”

A stepson having an affair with their stepmother? How scandalous!

“Why would I joke about something like that?” Natasha answered seriously.

“I’m warning you. Stay away from that witch, or you won’t even know how you were caught.”

“Um

Dustin pressed his lips together, at a loss for words. No wonder the woman had been looking at him that way. She turned out to be a cheater.

Poor Trent. Dustin wondered what expression the other man would wear if he found out about his son sleeping with his wife.

As time passed, more guests filled the banquet hall, and things became even livelier. People crowded together to share wine and chat together. Beverages were self–serve, so people were free to eat and drink however they pleased.

While everyone was having a good time, a wall cried out from the crowd.

A man who had been drinking suddenly began throwing up blood violently before crashing to the floor, convulsing. His face had turned blue, and blood seeped out from his nostrils, painting a terrifying picture.

“What’s going on?”

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Shocked, the crowd stepped away from the fallen man. No one could have expected the man, who had been happily drinking and chatting a second ago, to abruptly fall to the floor, coughing up blood.

“How can this be?” Natasha’s brows furrowed, and she quickly approached the scene with Dustin.

Dustin studied the sick man before testing his pulse. “He was poisoned by a powerful poison!”

“Poisoned?” Natasha paled. “The food and drinks here were carefully inspected. How could it be poisoned?”

As soon as those words escaped her lips, more pained wails came from the crowd as a woman in a gown suddenly fell to the floor, convulsing, bleeding out of her nose.

“T–there’s poison in the wine!” she yelled, terrified.

Immediately, pandemonium ensued as everyone in the room panicked.

Those who hadn’t drunk the wine quickly tossed their glasses aside, while those who had quickly became frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.

Unfortunately, that was not the end.

After the first women, people began toppling over like dominoes, and more tortured wails rang out.

One after another, guests fell to the floor, blue–faced, convulsing, and bleeding out of their noses.

Within moments, more than half of the guests cried out in pain on the floor.

The few unharmed people remained rooted in their positions as they looked around, terrified. Within minutes, the once happy atmosphere had turned into complete hell!

“What’s going on? Who did this?”

Natasha’s brow furrowed tightly as she studied the people on the floor, her face turning cold. Things would still be fine if only a few people were poisoned. Now, however, hundreds of people had been poisoned simultaneously. The consequences would be detrimental

The person who did this clearly only had one aim–to get rid of the Harmon family, once and for all!

“Dad! Mom! Uncles!” Ruth panicked after seeing her family fall to the floor consecutively and darted toward them, but before she could reach them, she also spat out blood before crashing to the floor.

“Ruth!” Natasha paled. She was about to rush forward, but Dustin pulled her back. “Don’t go there. It’s the air that’s poisonous, not the wine!”

“Then, what should we do? We have to save them!” Natasha cried worriedly, struggling to keep calm when faced with her poisoned family members.

“Take this pill first.”

Dustin drew out a white pill and put it into Natasha’s mouth. It was a Curax, which was an antidote for poisons.

“To cure them, we have to first find the source of the poison. Give me some time.”

After ensuring Natasha’s safety, Dustin began scanning the room. For the poison to escape his notice, it must either be colorless and odorless or successfully fused into the environment.

“The Dark Lord! It must have been him!” Trent yelled as he lay on the floor, his agitation prompting him to throw up more blood.

“I get it now. The Dark Lord must be trying to use this opportunity to get rid of our entire family!” Jacob seethed through gritted teeth. As a powerful martial artist, his body was better than most, and his symptoms were less severe than others. Still, he would die from the poison sooner or later.

“Him again! It’s been years! Why can’t he let us go?” Hector coughed violently, his face turning as white as a sheet as his condition began to deteriorate. There was no way he’d be fine after suffering another bout of poisoning before he even fully recovered from the previous round.

Currently, the only ones in the hall left standing were Dustin and Natasha. Everyone else was lying on the floor, howling in pain.

“Found it!” Dustin quickly noticed the anomaly.

Four incense burners had been placed in each corner of the hall, white smoking billowing out from them.

continuously. Upon closer inspection, Dustin realized that all of the incense had been tampered with Poisoned gas mixed with the scent of Incense was normally difficult for anyone to notice.

After getting rid of the source, Dustin pulled out several Curax tablets and fed them to Hector and several others.

“Natasha, get me two buckets of water.” Dustin turned around and ordered.

“Okay.”

Natasha rushed out without hesitation, reappearing moments later, carrying two buckets of water.

Dustin pulled out his bottle of Hexanavir and poured half a bottle into each bucket. There were hundreds of poisoned victims, and he didn’t have enough Curax, so the only temporary fix left was Hexanavir.

It may not be as effective as Curax, but it could at least stop them from dying.

“Feed all the victims half a bowl of water,” Dustin instructed and got to work.

Those who were able to move crawled over to the bucket themselves, so Dustin and Natasha only had to feed those who could no longer move.

After struggling for half an hour, everyone finally managed to drink the antidote. Although they were still weak and pale, their lives were no longer in danger.

By the time they were finished, Natasha collapsed on the floor, worn out, and Dustin heaved a sigh of relief.

It was fortunate that he had so many drugs on hand, or there’d be no way he could deal with so many poisoned patients.

“Thank God you’re here, Dustin, or our family would have been done for.” Hector pulled himself up, his face full of gratitude. The Harmon family had nearly been wiped out.

“You’re welcome, Mr. Harmon. I just did what I had to.” Dustin replied, waving his arm.

“Uncle Hector, don’t you find this suspicious?” Quentin suddenly asked. “Why does this guy have the antidote?”

“What are you implying?” Hector frowned.

“Everyone who joined the gathering is either from our family or our esteemed guests. Everyone knows each other very well, while this guy is merely a stranger,” Quentin said, looking suspiciously at Dustin.

“Are you saying I’m the one who poisoned you?” Dustin narrowed his eyes.

“Hmmph! Someone from the inside was involved in this incident. You were able to correctly identify the cause and provide the antidote. Shouldn’t we be suspicious of you?” Quentin asked.

“Stop spouting nonsense! Why would he save you if he was the traitor?” Natasha yelled.

“To earn our trust, obviously!” Quentin answered confidently. “He orchestrated this entire thing. He first poisoned us before saving us with the antidote. This is not the first time I’ve seen such dirty tactics!”

His words immediately drew everyone’s attention to Dustin, their gazes conveying various emotions. Wariness. Distrust. Confusion. Anger.

After some thinking, they realized what Quentin said was logical. After all, everyone present had a vested interest and knew each other inside out, and the only stranger was Dustin, which made it hard not to suspect him.

“How absurd!” Natasha cried indignantly. “Quentin Harmon! Dustin saved your life just now, but you’re accusing him wrongfully? What kind of person are you?”

“I’m just trying to help everyone figure out who the mole is,” Quentin replied unapologetically.

“Fine! You said that Dustin is the traitor. Where’s the proof?” Natasha demanded.

“Isn’t all this proof enough?” Quentin sneered. “All of us were poisoned, but he was completely fine, so who else could it be?” His words caused an uproar.

“He’s right! All of us were poisoned except that guy. How fishy!”

“Exactly. I was wondering why he was fine, but he turned out to be the person who poisoned us!*

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“What a treacherous man! Why on earth did I even thank him for? Ugh!”

Everyone’s opinion about Dustin began to sway under Quentin’s prodding. Instead of appreciative gazes, all Dustin received now were furious glares.

Hearsay sure was dangerous. In no time, Dustin found himself labeled guilty.

“Shut up!” Natasha yelled, infuriated. “Are you guys crazy? Dustin saved you, but instead of thanking him, you’re pointing your fingers at him? Unbelievable!”