Chapter 116

  "Don't get ahead of yourself yet, you bastard!" Mr.

Wangley shouted in anger. "You have to remember that Mr. Harmon isn't the

only one who's poisoned here. Without my antidote, you won't be able to

live past tomorrow with my poison in your system!" "Is that so? Wanna bet

on who kicks the bucket first?" Dustin chuckled. "Why you-!" Mr. Wangley

had been rendered speechless. Looking at the current state of affairs, it

was obvious that Quentin was the one who would lose first. And it was

exactly for this reason that Mr. Wangley proposed to call it a draw.

Unfortunately, the other party was having none of it. "Hurry up and give

me the antidote already, Dustin! We'll count this as a loss on our side!"

Quentin yielded grudgingly. If it weren't for the fact that he really

couldn't bear the pain anymore, he would never concede to a puny ant like

him. "You can't just 'say' that you've lost. Where's the sincerity in

that, Mr. Harmon?" Dustin teased while shaking his head. "Don't you test

me, Rhys!" Quentin roared. "When you make mistakes, it's only logical

that you admit your wrongdoings, no? Are you telling me that you can't

even do that much?" Dustin urged on, devoid of the slightest bit of fear.

"Oh, so you want me to get down on my knees and admit my mistakes to you?

What makes you think you're fucking worthy of that?" Quentin sneered as

his expression turned cold. "Of course, I'm not worthy. I guess you'll

just have to get rid of the poison by yourselves then," Dustin replied

with a shrug. "Are you threatening me right now?" Quentin scowled.

"Goodness, no. I'm just returning the favor," Dustin replied,

unperturbed. "Enough, everyone stops this farce at once!" Jessica

suddenly screamed. "You'd better hurry and pass the antidote to Quentin

right now, Dustin. Otherwise, you won't be able to take responsibility if

anything happens to him after this!" "With all due respect, ma'am, every

man considers his promises like gold. So since I made a promise just now,

naturally I would need to fulfill that promise," Dustin replied plainly.

"What are you on about? And why do you insist on making yourself an enemy

of the Harmons today?" Jessica snapped, her pretty face now stone cold.

She initially thought that Dustin would back down and be the bigger man

in this situation, but didn't expect him to be so insensitive instead. 17

Chapter 116 "Can you cut the act already? You didn't say

anything when Quentin was bullying Dustin before, so why are you jumping

to Quentin's aid when he's in a difficult situation now? Do you even have

a shred of dignity left?" Natasha suddenly voiced out. "Why are you

speaking for an outsider when Quentin is your own cousin?" Jessica

frowned. "I only speak for the truth, not blood relations!" Natasha

proclaimed, righteously. "Quentin was the one who started this whole

thing in the first place, so now he's getting what he deserves. Since

we're outsiders in their competition, we should just sit and watch and

not interfere!" "Why you-!" Jessica growled, obviously angry at her

daughter's outburst. Although she let Natasha have her way outside, she

really could not do anything about her in private. All of her nagging and

lectures failed to get to her. She was such a thorn in her side! "This is

the last time I'm going to ask, Rhys! Are you giving me the antidote or

not?" Quentin demanded while gritting his teeth. "And I'll reply with the

same answer. Kneel down and apologize first," Dustin stated flatly.

"Fine! Fine!" Quentin finally gave in with a sinister look on his face.

"I can kneel down, for sure, but are you sure you want to take

responsibility for the consequences that ensue?" Quentin growled, his

expression was murderous now. "I'll need to see it for myself first."

Dustin smiled mockingly. "Fine! I hope you don't regret this!" Quentin

shouted through clenched teeth. After hesitating for two seconds, he

finally dropped down to the floor on his knees with a heavy "thud". But

as he knelt, his death glare was firmly planted on Dustin, and his

expression extremely fierce. Humiliating him in public like this was

equal to asking for death! "The man has already knelt before you. Are you

satisfied now, Dustin? Hurry up and hand him the antidote then!" Jessica

snapped. Humiliating Quentin Harmon was equal to humiliating the entirety

of the Harmon family. How dare a measly doctor humiliated a Harmon like

that. He was really asking to be killed! "Here. Bottoms up." Dustin said

as he fished out a small, white vial and poured out the powdery contents

into a cup of tea. "Is that Hexanavir? Mr. Wangley thought to himself.