Chapter 530

Back in the Harmon estate.

"There, all done. You'll be fine in a few days." Dust in carefully

applied medicine to Natasha's wound and bandaged it up nicely.

Although the wound was shallow, it would still hurt.

"Will it leave a scar on my face?" Natasha picked up a mirror and

examined her face worriedly.

"Why? Do you doubt my skills?" Dustin asked in mock displeasure.

"I'm just worried I'll look ugly if I have a scar, and you won't like

me anymore," Natasha answered seriously.

"Don't be silly." Dustin was amused. "I promise you, your face won't

scar. Besides, even if it does, you'll still be the prettiest person in

the world to me!"

"Hmph! Such a sweet talker." A small smile appeared on Natasha's

face, and her worry eased. Although she wasn't as superficial as other

ladies, she was also afraid of turning ugly.

"Dustin, get your ass over here!" Someone suddenly roared, sending

the door flying with a powerful kick, and a group of people led by Trent

instantly filled the room.

"What are you doing, Uncle Trent?" Natasha asked with a frown.

"It's none of your business! We're here for him!" Trent pointed at

Dustin and yelled. "How dare you kill Ms. Layla! I'm here to drag you to

the Grants. You better apologize to them immediately!"

"But Dustin did that to save me!" Natasha argued.

"Why are you still defending him?" Trent seethed. "Do you know that

if we don't hand him over to the Grants, we'll have to face their wrath

instead?"

"I don't care. All I know is that Dustin saved me, so I need to

protect him. You want to get to him? Over my dead body!" Natasha stepped

forward, her glare menacing.

"Y-you're hopeless!" Trent exclaimed, livid.

"Natasha Harmon! Do you intend to ruin our entire family because of

him?" Jacob yelled.

"He should pay for what he did. Since he was the one who caused this

mess, we shouldn't have to bear the brunt of his mistakes!"

"Exactly! We must arrest him and hand him over to the Grant!"

Members of the Harmon family continuously shouted out in anger and

indignation.

"Shut up!" Natasha roared.

Alright

ve now.

away

irrerently.

"Sir, don't you plan to avenge her at all?" The butler couldn't stop

himself from asking.

"I have my plans. I don't need you to tell me what to do. Get out."

Tyler responded calmly.

"Yes, Sir." The butler left with his head lowered and without saying

another word.

He can't understand why Tyler was being so calm despite knowing who

the murderer was. It was too peculiar.

"She may be an idiot, but she's still a Grant." Tyler lifted his cup

of tea and softly called out." Euria."

Instantly, a woman donning black clothes and a raindrop-designed mask

appeared.

"Master, you called for me?" The woman responded, kneeling on one

knee before him with her head bowed.

"Have some fun with this Dustin, but don't kill him so quickly,"

Tyler ordered. "Yes, Master," Euria answered before disappearing without

a trace, like a ghost.

Back in the Harmon estate.

"There, all done. You'll be fine in a few days." Dustin carefully

applied medicine to Natasha's wound and bandaged it up nicely.

Although the wound was shallow, it would still hurt.

"Will it leave a scar on my face?" Natasha picked up a mirror and

examined her face worriedly.

"Why? Do you doubt my skills?" Dustin asked in mock displeasure.

"I'm just worried I'll look ugly if I have a scar, and you won't like

me anymore," Natasha answered seriously.

"Don't be silly." Dustin was amused. "I promise you, your face won't

scar. Besides, even if it does, you'll still be the prettiest person in

the world to me!"

"Hmph! Such a sweet talker." A small smile appeared on Natasha's

face, and her worry eased. Although she wasn't as superficial as other

ladies, she was also afraid of turning ugly.

"Dustin, get your ass over here!" Someone suddenly roared, sending

the door flying with a powerful kick, and a group of people led by Trent

instantly filled the room.

"What are you doing, Uncle Trent?" Natasha asked with a frown.

"It's none of your business! We're here for him!" Trent pointed at

Dustin and yelled. "How dare you kill Ms. Layla! I'm here to drag you to

the Grants. You better apologize to them immediately!"

"But Dustin did that to save me!" Natasha argued.

"Why are you still defending him?" Trent seethed. "Do you know that

if we don't hand him over to the Grants, we'll have to face their wrath

instead?"

"I don't care. All I know is that Dustin saved me, so I need to

protect him. You want to get to him? Over my dead body!" Natasha stepped

forward, her glare menacing.

"Y-you're hopeless!" Trent exclaimed, livid.

"Natasha Harmon! Do you intend to ruin our entire family because of

him?" Jacob yelled.

"He should pay for what he did. Since he was the one who caused this

mess, we shouldn't have to bear the brunt of his mistakes!"

"Exactly! We must arrest him and hand him over to the Grant!"

Members of the Harmon family continuously shouted out in anger and

indignation.

"Shut up!" Natasha roared.

"If it weren't for Dustin, all of you would have died during the

family gathering! It's bad enough that you aren't helping him in times of

need, but how could you guys add fuel to the fire instead?" Her words

silenced the arrogant people.

"Forget about those righteous views of yours, Natasha. One must pay

for their crimes. Dustin made a mistake, so he should be punished!" Kate

sneered.

"She's right. We don't want to suffer just because of him!" The crowd

echoed.

They couldn't care less about Dustin's previous contributions and

were willing to sacrifice him if it meant placating the Grants.

"A-are you guys going against me?" Natasha demanded agitatedly.

"Enough with the nonsense. For the sake of our family, we must arrest

him today!" Jacob incited. "Give the command, Trent!"

"Don't hate me, Dustin. You have yourself to blame for making such a

huge mistake." Trent gestured to the others and commanded. "Tie him up!"

"I'd like to see who dares!" Suddenly, Natasha fished out a gun from

the bedside and pointed it toward the group of people.

"You wretch! Are you trying to rebel against us?" Trent yelled.

"Don't force my hand, Uncle Trent!" Natasha warned.

"Well, I don't believe you have the guts to shoot us!"

Jacob began to step forward confidently, and without hesitation,

Natasha pulled the trigger.