Chapter 511

It was afternoon when Dustin arrived at the Harmon estate in a hurry afte

r getting the news. He was greeted by the sight of armed soldiers surroun

ding the compound. Hundreds of armed men from the elite forces of the Har

mon Family

guarded the entrance in what appeared to be a standoff, and both sides we

ren't about to back. down.

"Harmons, I will make myself clear–

hand over the suspect, or we'll subject everyone to the same punishment!

"The commander–in–charge bellowed, his full voice

echoing through the compound. Behind him, the soldiers stood stiffly whil

e holding their guns. Once the commander gave his orders, these soldiers

would shoot mercilessly.

"What's all this about?" Dustin frowned at the violent confrontation. He

wondered how the Harmons got involved with the military.

"Sir, what calls for the mobilization of these forces?" Dustin went up to

him and questioned.

"I was ordered to capture the suspect. Unrelated personnel please leave t

he grounds right now!" The commander barked in his face.

"Mr. Rhys, you're here! Please, come on in!" Jack, the butler, immediatel

y spotted Dustin and asked that the elite forces make way for Dustin to e

nter. The crowd parted before swiftly closing up the path again after Dus

tin made his way into the building.

"Listen up, people in there! I'll give you half an hour. If you refuse to

hand the suspect over, do not blame us for

forcing our way in there!" The commander gave his final warning, but the

elite forces did not budge at all, even

if they had to risk death.

"Mr. Rhys, Ms. Harmon is in the meeting room. Please come with me." Jack

ignored the

commander's threats and led the way. A perplexed Dustin followed closely

behind him.

The meeting room of the Harmon estate was filled to the brim. The core me

mbers of the family convened at

the venue. They were whispering to each other.

Meanwhile, Trent Harmon sighed with

a troubled expression while Jacob Harmon paced the room. apprehensively.

Natasha and a few others stayed by the side of an unconscious Hector Harm

on.

"Natasha, what's wrong?" Dustin showed up in the room with a solemn look.

"Dustin, you've arrived at the right time! Please check on my dad!" Natas

ha's face lit up, and she frantically

pulled Dustin over to a pale and sweaty Hector, who had blood stains on h

is outfit.

Without further ado, Dustin performed a detailed checkup on Hector and an

nounced, "Your dad is weak

because he has recently recovered from a grave illness. To top that

off, he was drinking like a fish, and that's

why he fainted. He should be fine."

"That's good to hear." A relieved sigh escaped from Jessica's lips.

"Can you wake him up?" Natasha asked.

"Yes, but I wouldn't recommend that. It

would be best to just let him rest," Dustin replied.

"We're running

out of time! We need to wake him up, or else the family will be doomed!"

Natasha did not look like she was joking.

"Is it that serious?" Eyes twitching, he immediately took three needles a

nd inserted them into Hector's

pressure points between the brows, near the front hairline, and right und

er his nose. Soon after, Hector's eyes fluttered open.

"Dad! Do you recall what happened last night?" Natasha immediately asked.

"Last night?" Hector rubbed his head and said groggily. "Last night, it w

as the birthday event of the regional deputy chief, Sir Moran. I was drin

king at his place. Why?"