Chapter 207

“Young man,” Phineas said, “I advise you to consider this carefully. I do not like to be rejected. If something catches my eye, I’ll do anything to get it.” Phineas escalated his tone.

“If you agree, you’ll not only get the money, but you’ll also become a friend of the Laney family. If you ever run into trouble, our family will help you. Conversely, if you refuse, you’ll become an enemy of the Laney family. You must decide whether you want to be our friend or foe.”

Dustin laughed. “I don’t like being threatened. If you’re going to speak like that, then we can only be enemies.”

“Hm?” Phineas’s face darkened. “Punk, are you sure you want to do this?”

“Of course,” Dustin nodded.

“Hmph! Don’t think you can act so fearlessly just because the Harmons are backing you. To be frank, I have a hundred ways to deal with small fry like you. If you remain stubborn, I don’t mind playing this game with you,” Phineas threatened, his expression nasty.

“I’ll play with you to the end,” Dustin said, unafraid.

“Good. I hope you won’t regret it!” Phineas snorted, stood up, and left. A country bumpkin daring to defy him? He must have a death wish!

The night passed uneventfully, but the next morning—

“Ah!”

Dustin was rudely awakened by a scream. Opening his door, he found Caitlyn collapsed on the floor, her face white with fear.

“Mr. Rhys, Dusty is dead!” Caitlyn pointed at the door, tears in her eyes.

Dustin looked and saw a dead gray cat hanging from the entrance to the medical center. The cat had been disemboweled, its blood dripping onto the floor. It was a gruesome sight. This was the cat Caitlyn had brought back yesterday.

“Hmm?” Dustin frowned. Stepping outside, he discovered dog blood splattered on both sides of the main entrance, including the medical center’s sign. Hanging a cat and splashing dog blood—this was no longer mere humiliation; it was a blatant threat and provocation!

“Beep beep!” At that moment, the Maybach from yesterday slowly pulled over. The window rolled down, revealing Phineas and Matt’s faces. Both father and son wore arrogant smirks.

“Did you do this?!” Dustin’s face turned stormy.

“Congratulations! You’ve got the right answer!” Matt grinned. “Dustin, oh, Dustin, we already gave you a chance. You didn’t appreciate it, so don’t blame us for pulling some tricks!”

“You insist on fighting me?” Dustin’s eyes were icy.

“Fight? Heh. Are you worthy of fighting us? You need to know that we’re still playing games.” Matt sneered. “Of course, all this is just a taste. The main event will come later! Aren’t you always so high and mighty? I have plenty of time to play with you! And I’m not just playing with you, but with your woman as well. I know you still have feelings for Dahlia, but don’t worry. Once I get her in my bed, I’ll film a video for your enjoyment. I want you to watch me defile your woman! Tsk, just the thought is wonderful!” He licked his lips.

“You’re asking for death!” Dustin’s face was red with anger.

“Asking for death? Heh. Are you capable of killing me? Do you think the Harmons would turn against the Laneys for you? Without Natasha’s protection, you’re fucking nothing! I’ll give you three days to think. Either you hand over the Immortunol formula, or you start shopping for your own coffin!” Matt finished, wound up the car window, and left.

With a dark expression, Dustin took out his phone and dialed a number. “Hey, I need a favor…”