Chapter 113

  "What?" Natasha's sudden outburst of anger caused Quentin

to furrow his brows. "Are you seriously going to turn on me just to

protect this boy toy of yours?" One reason he wanted to humiliate Dustin

so much was that he hated his guts, while the other was because he wanted

to gauge Natasha's reaction to the situation. "Dustin saved my life, so

if you dare so much as lay a finger on him, don't blame me if I flip out

on you!" Natasha warned Quentin sternly. If not for the fact that he was

her cousin, she would have slapped the shit out of him already. "Is that

so!" Quentin snorted as his expression twisted into a scowl. "While I can

put Tilda Snider's case aside for now, I'm still very opposed to the fact

that you plan to elect him as the chief physician when he doesn't even

have the right qualifications for the job!" Quentin argued back. Since

this was one way of securing power in the company, it was obvious that he

wasn't going to let this opportunity slip away so easily. 1 "Whether he's

qualified or not, it's not up to you to decide, but me!" Natasha growled

with authority. "Everything you own now was given to you by the family,

so if you insist on getting in the way of the family's interests, you're

not allowed to blame me if I report you to the board when the time

comes!" Quentin threatened. "Do whatever you want," Natasha spat. She

wasn't afraid of him in the slightest. "Wait!" Jessica suddenly spoke up.

"Eternumax's research document leak isn't a trivial matter, so the next

chief physician must be capable enough to mitigate this. I feel Dustin's

still too young for this, so that would make Mr. Wangley the most

suitable candidate, no?" She refused to let a naive child like himself

hold such a key position in Harmon Pharmaceuticals. "Dustin's medical

skills are superb, so I doubt if he'd lose to some dusty old man,"

Natasha justified confidently. "Fine, since you keep insisting that he

has great medical skills, then I propose that he beat Mr. Wangley in a

medical showdown. Then, we shall see who's the best among them," Quentin

suggested, stoking the flames. Natasha couldn't help but furrow her brows

as he finished his sentence. Suddenly, she realized that she might have

fallen into his trap. "How are we supposed to compete then?" Dustin

suddenly spoke up. Although he wasn't too interested in becoming chief,

Quentin's arrogance had rubbed him the wrong way, so he decided to roll

along with his plan just to prove him wrong. "Competing

between medical prowess is just too boring, don't you think, younguns?

Why don't we play with poison instead?" Mr. Wangley changed the topic out

of the blue. "Sure, how do you plan to do that?" Dustin remained poker

faced. "Hehe… It's simple actually. Each of us will concoct a bottle of

poison on the spot and exchange it with one another to ingest. Whoever

manages to come up with an antidote to save themselves first will be

declared the winner. Sound good?" Mr. Wangley proposed. "Wait a minute!

But what if you can't cure yourself from the poison?" Ruth quickly asked.

"Well, if you fail, then I guess you can either get lucky and survive

being a cripple or die a violent death instead!" Mr. Wangley guffawed,

his eyes gleamed with excitement as he said that. "No way! Who the hell

goes so far for a duel? What if something goes wrong?" Ruth exclaimed in

shock. One wrong step, and one could easily get killed! "Since we're

going to compete with one another anyways, why don't we raise the stakes

a little? So, up for the challenge, young man?" Mr. Wangley nudged

amusedly. "Don't fall for his tricks, Dustin! He's obviously doing this

just to back you into a corner," Natasha warned in a low whisper. She now

suspected that Mr. Wangley wasn't a physician at all but a master of

poison! Unlike physicians, who cure diseases and save lives, polson

masters do research on the complete opposite spectrum of medicine. For

them, they specialized in witchcraft, voodoo, and poison. They had

ruthless tactics and strange tricks up their sleeves. If they settled on

a competition to battle out their medical skills, then Dustin would stand

a pretty good chance of winning. But if they opted to go with a poison–

concocting competition with a master of poison instead, then it was like

they were begging to be killed! "I'm giving you one more chance to back

out of this, Mr. Boy Toy. If you admit defeat now, you'll be giving up

your title of chief physician and I'll still need you to bow down and

apologize to Tilda Snider's ashes!" Quentin spat. Who was this pale–

skinned wimp who was bold enough to pick a fight with the great Mr.

Wangley anyway? "Aren't we just dabbling with some poison? Fine, It's

on," Dustin proclaimed. He was not the least bit afraid. "Ha, you asked

for it!" Quentin let out a maniacal laugh as he gazed at the soon–to–be–

dead man in front of him. To think he had the gall to compete with a

polson master at making polson. He certainly had a death wish! "Are you

out of your mind. Dustin? You could diel" Ruth said anxiously. "It's not

like they have any rivalry between them either, so why does he Insist on

putting his life on the line like Chapter 113 this?"

She thought to herself. "I know full well what I'm doing." Dustin

answered nonchalantly. "Dustin, are you sure you want to do this?"

Natasha frowned. He could see the slight worry in those beautiful eyes of

hers. She was aware that Quentin was deliberately making things difficult

for him, but it wasn't like she could outright stop him either. "Don't

worry, I'll be fine. You should be worried about them instead." Dustin

grinned. In fact, he was not only proficient in medicine but very much a

specialist in voodoo magic and poison as well. "Less talk, more poison–

making. Mr. Boy Toy!" Quentin urged hurriedly, afraid that he'd chicken

out and go back on his word. "Wait!" Dustin voiced out and raised his

hands all of a sudden. "I'm all for making poisons, but my only condition

is that I need you to be involved in this as well." "What are you talking

about?" Quentin asked in shock, feeling a little uneasy. "Didn't you say

that you wanted this to be exciting? Later when we're done, why don't you

and I test it with our bodies, then leave our lives at the mercy of the

Lord?" Dustin suggested coolly. "Cut the crap!" Quentin hollered, and his

expression immediately changed. "How are you compare your peasant life

with mine? Why don't you look at yourself in the mirror for once?"

"Admitting defeat so quickly? If you don't have the balls to take up this

challenge, then kneel down in front of me and admit defeat right now. Oh,

and I'll need an apology too, then I can pretend none of this ever

happened in the first place." Dustin taunted. "You-" Quentin stumbled

over his words as a burst of anger overtook him in an instant. Would he

even have any face left after this if he backed down now? Then again, he

was the one with the money and status, so it wasn't like he stood to gain

anything from putting his life on the line with a filthy peasant like

him. I won't "Rest assured, Mr. Harmon. With my skills, I'll make sure

that any kind of poison this punk conjures up even hurt you in the

slightest," Mr. Wangley announced with conviction. If he were to scan the

entirety of South City, he was confident that the only person who was

able to top him was Dr. Linden Watkins when it came to making poisons.

"Are you sure about that?" Quentin probed, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Of course! Just take the bet, Mr. Harmon, and I'll make sure to keep you

safe from harm," Mr. Wangley declared confidently. "Sounds good to me!"

Quentin shouted and slapped his hands on the table before getting up to

his feet. "If it's my life on the line you want, Mr. Boy Toy, then it's

what you'll get! I'll make sure to accompany you to your last dying

breath!"