Chapter 580

"That's right! The Hill family's Consultant Badge is as hard as steel. On

ly a counterfeit would be that brittle! Kate supported Dylan's claim, and

everyone else nodded in realization.

"So, it's a fake after all. That gave me a good shock."

"This guy knows no shame! I can't believe he created a counterfeit badge

just for show. He's too

much!"

"Hmph! It's fortunate that Sir Dylan was smart enough to see through him.

Otherwise, we'd all have been fooled!"

Most of the crowd started berating Dustin. They

trusted a wealthy son more than a lowly commoner. It was ironic how a suc

cessful person could blabber nonsense, and it would be

taken as the absolute truth. While that same person, before becoming

successful, could tell the absolute truth, and his words would be treated

as garbage.

Dustin spoke to Dylan coldly, "Dylan Harmon, have you thought of the cons

equences of destroying the Consultant Badge and distorting the truth in p

ublic?"

"The consequences? Ha! You're the

one tricking people with counterfeit items. I'm just doing what is right,

" Dylan countered righteously.

"That's right! We've been kind enough to not hold you accountable. How da

re you start a fuss with

us?" Kate snorted.

"Hey, don't push it, you two!" Natasha was getting angry. Naturally, she

had complete trust in Dylan. That was why she was certain Dylan was disto

rting the truth earlier and slandering Dustin

on purpose.

"Alright, that's enough. We're all family. It's not a good look to

be fighting here." Trent intervened at the right time. It would be an emb

arrassment to the Harmons if their children broke out into a fight in fro

nt of their esteemed guests.

"I'm going to put this matter aside on behalf of my uncle, Dustin." Dylan

walked up to Dustin and passed him the ruined Consultant Badge. He mocke

d him, saying, "Here, take your fake badge

back."

"You know very well if it's fake or not." Dustin was indifferent.

Dylan chuckled and whispered in his ear, "Does it even matter? My words c

arry weight here. It's a fake if I say so. It doesn't matter if

you feel wronged, Fucking keep it in. The world revolves around power and

position, brat. A loser like you will only be worthy of being trampled b

y me. Remember, you're just an ant. Act like one. There are people you ca

n't afford to offend, so suck it up!" Near the end, Dylan gave up the pre

tense as his lips gradually widened into a winner's smile. "My, my … You'

re not about to cry, are you? Please don't cry, or I'll be laughing my as

s off."

Dustin narrowed his eyes. "People like you truly deserve a beating."

"What? Are you angry? Come on, I'm right here. Why don't you hit me? Do y

ou dare?" Dylan said provokingly.

"I'm just going to dirty my hands if I hit you. But not to worry. I'll ma

ke you pay," Dustin said

nonchalantly.

"You're going to make me pay? Oh, I'm looking forward to it. What are you

planning on doing?" Dylan chuckled teasingly.

Instead of responding directly, Dustin patted Dylan's shoulder. He said c

almly, "You'll find out

soon enough."

Dylan sneered. "Alright! I'll be waiting. I'm curious to see what tricks

you have up your sleeves."

"Dylan, there's no need to waste your breath on him. Let's go back to

our seats." Kate glanced at Dustin, her expression full of disdain.

"Kate, someone is threatening me. I'm so scared… Hahahaha!" Dylan first p

ut on a terrified, shaking act before dissolving into a loud cackle. Howe

ver, his laughter suddenly ceased, and he froze; his expression betrayed

his pain. He

crumpled to the floor, blood spurting out of his mouth, and his body conv

ulsed as his eyes rolled back in his head