Chapter 110

At the Nicholson villa. Everyone was amazed to see Dahlia

return home safely. "Dahlia, you are finally home! I was so worried about

you!" "Sis! Are you alright? Have you been bullied in the interrogation

room?" Florence and James fawned over her eagerly. Since they received

news of Dahlia being detained by Mr. Gardner, they had been extremely

worried for her safety. They've used up all their connections and spent a

ton of money trying to get Dahlia out. However, there was no reply. They

were at a loss for what to do. Just when they had given up, Dahlia

unexpectedly returned home on her own. "Mother, I'm fine. Sorry for

making you worry." Dahlia smiled. She was a little spooked by everything

that had happened today. Fortunately, she managed to return home safe and

sound. "It's all Dustin's fault. If it weren't for him, you wouldn't have

been captured as well!" Florence muttered angrily. "Mother's right! That

shameless man is always doing sneaky things! Sis, you should stay away

from him to avoid getting caught up in his crimes!" James chimed in.

"Actually, this incident has nothing to do with him. He was framed by

someone else." Dahlia tried to defend Dustin. "How is it possible? If he

is truly innocent, why was he arrested?" "Yeah, why would they frame him

instead of anyone else? This could only mean that he has bad character!"

Florence and James complained one after another with disdain. Dahlia

could only sigh in resignation. "If it were up to me, I would choose

Matt. When he heard that you were detained, he went around looking for

help to bail you out. A gentleman like him is rare nowadays!" Florence

changed the topic. "That's right! Sis, if it weren't for Matt's help, you

might still be stuck in jail!" James agreed enthusiastically. "Matt? Are

you sure that it was his doing?" Dahlia said, surprised. "Who else could

it be? He and the Hummer family go way back. He must have asked for Sir

Hummer's help to get you out," James mused. "I see, I thought…" Dahlia

trailed off. 1/3 Chapter 112 She was a bit puzzled

regarding Mr. Granville's appearance. From Natasha's expression, she

seemed just as surprised as Dahlia to see Mr. Granville there. By the

looks of it, it must be Matt who had requested help from the Hummers

family. Sir Hummers was one of the Mighty Three. It would not be

surprising if he had connections with Mr. Granville. "Dahlia, last time

Matt managed to retrieve the large sum of money we had lost; now he got

you out of the interrogation room. You need to show some appreciation.

Your cousin, Julie, will be here tomorrow, why don't you invite Matt

along and spend the day together?" Florence asked expectantly. "Let's see

if we have the time." Dahlia squeezed out a forced smile. Whenever Matt's

name was mentioned, she was reminded of another person. ... The next

morning, at the Peaceful Medical Center. "Let's eat!" Dustin shouted from

the ground floor while setting up the table for breakfast. "I'm coming!

Why are you in such a hurry?" After a moment, a one–eyed old man limped

down the stairs with a walking stick. "Hey, punk! Where's the alcohol?"

He demanded angrily. "No alcohol for breakfast. Have some soup." Dustin

gave him a bowl of chicken soup. "I'm not going to eat if there's no

alcohol!" The old man threw a tantrum. "Suit yourself." Dustin paid him

no mind. He sat down and started eating his breakfast. The old man

couldn't hold back any longer as Dustin was about to finish the food.

"Geez, what a rude young man!" Lifting the bowl, he swallowed the soup in

large gulps. "Here, this is the Panax root you asked for. Keep it safe."

After breakfast, Dustin placed a box made from cedar wood on the table.

"Oh, did you manage to obtain another precious herb? You are really

efficient!" the one–eyed man exclaimed in surprise. "I need another four

herbs; hopefully, I can collect them all in time." Dustin muttered.

"These things can't be forced. Leave it up to fate," the old man said

casually. For an elderly person like him, each day was like a gift. A

silver Bentley stopped at the entrance of the medical center,

interrupting the conversation. A gorgeous, alluring

woman got out of the car and walked up to them. "Wow, what a beauty! She

has curves in all the right places! Punk, aren't you divorced? Don't you

want to take her as your wife?" The old man cackled gleefully. "Shut up,

old man!" Dustin glared at him and stood up to greet Natasha. "Ms.

Harmon, why are you here?" "What? Am I not welcome?" Natasha smirked. "Of

course not. Have a seat." Dustin pulled out a chair for her. "You must be

Old Mr. Whiskey? I've heard that you love alcohol; that's why I brought

some homebrewed ale as a gift." With a smile, Natasha placed two bottles

on the table. "I'm satisfied as long as I have some alcohol! A glass of

well–brewed ale is as valuable as liquid gold!" The one–eyed man beamed

with joy. He was just complaining about the lack of alcohol. This was

exactly what he needed. "If you like, I can send alcohol to you every

day." Natasha chuckled. "You are such a thoughtful and considerate young

lady, much better than that Dahlia girl!" The one–eyed man grinned from

ear to ear. – "Punk, you are so fortunate to have met such a wonderful

woman like Ms. Harmon. You have to cherish her!" "Take your alcohol and

go away!" Dustin complained in annoyance. "Alright, alright. I'm going

upstairs to drink on my own. I don't want to be a third wheel here." The

old man carried both bottles and went up the stairs. "Ms. Harmon, I

apologize on behalf of that old man. He could be rude and ignorant."

Dustin smiled sheepishly. "I don't think he said anything wrong. Are you

offended?" Natasha raised her eyebrows. "No." Dustin shook his head.

"That's alright, then." Natasha chuckled. "That reminds me, I've gone

through so much trouble to help you escape from the interrogation room.

How are you going to repay me?" "Can I treat you to dinner?" Dustin asked

hesitantly. "That's too predictable." Natasha rolled her eyes. "Well,

what do you want in return?" Dustin asked in confusion. Without a word,

Natasha closed her eyes. She pointed to her pouty red lips and motioned

for Dustin to kiss her.