Chapter 193

“You! How dare you hit me?” Mr. Marcs clutched his face, still burning from the slap. Anger and shock were evident on his features. With the Harmons behind him, he enjoyed unwavering support, so the audacity of being struck was shocking.

“So what if I slapped you? As an employee, you’re supposed to uphold company standards. But look at what you’re doing! You steal from the company and mix substandard products with quality ones. I think you deserve every bit of that smack!” Dustin delivered a few more slaps. Mr. Marcs saw stars and bled from his nose and mouth.

The commotion attracted onlookers.

“Goodness! Who’s this? How dare he hit Mr. Marcs?” “Wreaking havoc on Harmons’ premises! He’s something else!” “I think he’s ignorant. He’s going to be in a lot of trouble!”

The crowd gathered, exchanging comments.

“Rhys! Are you out of your mind? Stop it this instant!” Julie intervened, shocked.

“Dustin! Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve gotten yourself into? How dare you hit Mr. Marcs? You’re not getting out of this door in one piece today!” Matt roared.

Dustin remained unfazed, continuing the beating. He might have tolerated mere talk, but violence was unacceptable. This recklessness angered him.

“Security! Someone! Anyone!” Mr. Marcs cried out in agony.

Guards quickly swarmed, surrounding Dustin.

“Rhys! How dare you beat Mr. Marcs! You’ll be sorry!” Julie scowled, watching for Dustin's downfall.

“Hmph! You ignorant fool! Nobody can save you now!” Matt reveled in Dustin’s predicament. He had long disliked Dustin but hadn't acted, maintaining a certain image. He was pleased to see someone finally teach Dustin a lesson.

“What are you guys doing just standing there? I want to see his arms and legs broken. Right now! I’ll bear the consequences!” Mr. Marcs yelled at the guards, pointing at Dustin.

Just as the guards were about to attack, a loud voice rang out. A man with a squarish face, Morgan Finn, vice president of Harmon Pharmaceuticals, strode in with several men. Dustin recognized him.

The crowd parted. Even Mr. Marcs, who had been barking orders, fell silent.

“Is this their superior? We can’t be so unlucky, can we?” Julie wondered anxiously, noticing Mr. Marcs’ fear.

“This bastard really lucked out!” Matt thought angrily, frustrated that Mr. Marcs’ revenge was thwarted.

“Mr. Finn, you’ve come at the right time. This man here is stealing from the company; he’s stolen and sold substandard products, harming the company’s reputation. You need to arrest him,” Dustin said, pointing at Mr. Marcs.

Morgan squinted. “Oh? Are you telling me what I should be doing? And who are you to do that? Do I even know you?”

“Mr. Finn, we’ve met before,” Dustin replied.

“So what? I’ve met lots of people. Am I supposed to know all of them?”

Morgan gave Dustin a dismissive look. “Also, who do you think you are? Who are you to butt into the company’s internal affairs?”

Dustin frowned. “Mr. Finn, as vice president, aren’t you going to investigate actions that will ruin the company’s reputation?”

“Whether or not I investigate is my call. What evidence do you have that Mr. Marcs is selling substandard products?”

“You want evidence? Here’s your evidence!” Dustin kicked over a box, spilling Immortunol.

“Hey, young man, so what if these Immortunols are substandard? How are you going to prove they belong to Mr. Marcs? Who’s to say you didn’t steal them?” Morgan countered.

Mr. Marcs quickly recovered. “That’s right! Mr. Finn, this fellow is a thief! I caught him stealing! I didn’t expect this brazen rascal to fight back so violently! He’s heinous and despicable!”

“I can vouch for that! He’s the one who stole the Immortunols!” Julie added.