Chapter 227

Divine–

level martial artists, on the other hand, could manifest their energy ext

ernally and use it to harm or even murder others without anyone realizing

it. Low–

level martial artists weren't even in the same league as them. Even in Mi

llsburg, where powerful martial artists converged, divine–

level martial artists were existences to fear. It was no wonder Joshua ha

d won the Grant family's favor–

how could he not when he possessed such talent and potential? Which famil

y wouldn't want to have something to do with him?

"Dad, are divine–

level martial artists truly that powerful? How will Joshua fare against D

ustin?" Tina asked curiously.

*Joshua can destroy that brat with a snap of his fingers!" Edwin said pro

udly.

"That's great! Joshua, you have to teach him a good lesson on my behalf!"

Tina said excitedly.

"There's no hurry to deal with Dustin–

he's a weakling that can be slaughtered at any time. What's more importan

t now is that we have to give Joshua and Jade a proper welcome."

"You're right. Let's head home."

At this moment, at Peaceful Medical Center. Dustin received a call from R

uth. "Dustin, something's happened at Harmon Pharmaceuticals. You've gott

a get over here right now."

"Something's happened? What is it?" Dustin asked curiously.

"A bunch of people suddenly showed up and demanded that we partner with t

hem for the production of Immortunol,"

"Is that so? Where's your sister? I'll leave the decision up to her."

"She went to Millsburg last night and won't be back so soon. In any case,

she was the one who told me to call you, saying that you had the last sa

y."

"Alright, then. I'll be right there." Dustin hung up and drove to Harmon

Pharmaceuticals. When he arrived. twenty minutes later and strode into th

e conference room, he saw some people already seated inside. Jessica, Que

ntin, Ruth, and Mr. Wangley sat on the left, while a distinguished man wa

s on the right.

"Dustin, you're finally here. Have a seat, quick." Ruth stood up and gest

ured for him to sit. The others looked at. him coolly.

"What's going on here?" Dustin glanced around curiously.

"I have a question for you," Jessica said. "I heard Natasha gave you 50 p

ercent of the shares for Immortunol. Is that true?"

"Yeah," Dustin nodded.

"Glad to hear that. Now, hand the shares over," she said coolly.

"What? Why?" Dustin was taken aback.

"Because you don't deserve them." Jessica didn't mince her words. 'The Ha

rmon family handles everything from the production, sales, and marketing

for Immortunol. You don't contribute anything to this process–

why should you deserve 50 percent of the profits? Don't you think you're

being a little too greedy?"

"Mrs. Harmon, there must be a misunderstanding somewhere. Ms. Harmon was

the one who decided that the shares-"

Jessica cut him off with a wave of her hand. "That's enough! I don't want

to hear it. Hand the shares over if you know what's good for you; at lea

st you'll be able to walk out of this unscathed."

"Does Ms. Harmon know about this?" Dustin narrowed his eyes

slightly. He knew what was going on now-

they'd obviously tricked him here to snatch the ownership of the shares

away from him.

"It doesn't matter whether she knows. This has to do with our family's in

terests; her word isn't the only one that matters. Rest assured that we'l

l compensate you handsomely for this. We're willing to pay you 50 million

dollars if you hand over the shares." Jessica looked like she was talkin

g about something inconsequential.

"Hey, just hand them over when we tell

you to and stop fucking around!" Quentin said impatiently.

"What if I refuse?" Dustin's expression became icy.

"Then you won't leave this room today!" Quentin slammed a hand on the tab

le. The next second, a group of security guards barged into the room, cir

cling Dustin with menacing looks.