Chapter 459

"Everybody. I know that all of you hate me, but please let me say a few w

ords." Dustin looked around and said

loudly, "As long as you let me finish speaking, you can kill me ordo anyt

hing you please. I will not resist!"

"Hmmph! Are you still trying to make excuses till the very end?" Jacob de

manded with a glare.

"I must say this regardless of whether you'll

believe me, but Quentin deserved to die. That's because he is the real cu

lprit who poisoned you!" Dustin dropped a bombshell.

"Bullshit!" Jacob snorted coldly. "Quentin is a Harmon. How could he pois

on members of his own family? I think you're just framing him!"

"That's right! If you're going to make up a story, then at least make it

believable. Who would believe

you saying Quentin was the culprit?" Everyone scoffed and looked at Dusti

n with hostile gazes. If it wasn't because Natasha was shielding him, the

y would have attacked him long ago.

"You say that Quentin is the culprit, but do you have evidence?" Hector,

who had

been silent till then, finally spoke up. He didn't trust anyone, only the

facts of the case.

"First off, I hold no grudges against the Harmon family, so I have no rea

son to poison you guys," Dustin explained slowly. "Hence, all of you shou

ld be aware that the real culprit behind the scenes is the Dark Lord. How

ever, not only did Quentin not blame the Dark Lord after being cured, but

he kept suspecting me. He even used all sorts of reasons and excuses to

condemn me and mislead everybody to make me the scapegoat. He deserves to

pay with his life! That's why I have reason to suspect that Quentin work

s for the Dark Lord! And because I saved everyone from the poison, he saw

me as a pain in the ass that should be eliminated as soon as possible!"

Once he finished explaining, everybody became a lot more quiet. Some peop

le were already mulling it over to determine if it was the truth. Everybo

dy had their own version of a story, but after hearing Dustin out, they f

ound it indeed a little strange.

"Humph! What a good talker!" Jacob's expression was still icy. "He's alre

ady dead anyway, so you can say whatever you want, can't you?"

"Exactly! Do you think you can walk free by making up a story? Let me tel

l you that won't be the case!" The members of the Harmon family were stil

l treating Dustin with animosity, not trusting him at all.

"Words are useless. You must show us evidence!" Hector shouted.

"You want evidence, huh? Sure!" Dustin walked into the corner and picked

up the incense burner that had been used to release the poisonous fumes.

He explained, "The incense inside has a unique scent. It's very long-

lasting, and when it mixes with the poison, it makes it very hard to not

ice."

"So what?" Jacob said impatiently.

"Take a sniff. Isn't there an odd scent on Quentin? It smells almost

exactly the same as the incense," Dustin. said.

"Huh?" Jacob smelled the incense, then walked over to Quentin's body and

took a hard sniff. His expression changed instantly. Just like Dustin had

said, the smell on Quentin was exactly the same as the incense in the

burner. "They smell the same!"

To determine the truth, many people from the

crowd came forward to take a sniff and experienced a shocking revelation.

"Humph! So what if they smell the same? What does it prove? It could mer

ely be a coincidence!" Jacob said coldly.

"Of course, the smell cannot prove anything. Actually, what raised my sus

picion was not the smell, but Quentin's body." After a pause, Dustin drop

ped another bombshell. "You might not believe me when I say this, but Que

ntin already died long ago. His body was only being controlled using witc

hcraft!"

The crowd flew into an uproar.