Chapter 227

Divine-level martial artists, on the other hand, could manifest their energy externally, using it to harm or even murder others without detection. Low-level martial artists were not in the same league. Even in Millsburg, a hub for powerful martial artists, divine-level practitioners were figures to be feared. It was no wonder Joshua had won the Grant family's favor—his talent and potential were undeniable. Which family wouldn't want to be associated with him?

"Dad, are divine-level martial artists really that powerful? How will Joshua fare against Dustin?" Tina asked curiously.

"Joshua can destroy that brat with a snap of his fingers!" Edwin said proudly.

"That's great! Joshua, you have to teach him a lesson on my behalf!" Tina said excitedly.

"There's no hurry to deal with Dustin—he's a weakling who can be eliminated anytime. More importantly, we need to give Joshua and Jade a proper welcome."

"You're right. Let's head home."

At that moment, at Peaceful Medical Center, Dustin received a call from Ruth. "Dustin, something's happened at Harmon Pharmaceuticals. You need to get here immediately."

"Something's happened? What is it?" Dustin asked curiously.

"A group of people suddenly showed up and demanded a partnership for Immortunol production."

"Is that so? Where's your sister? I'll leave the decision to her."

"She went to Millsburg last night and won't be back soon. In any case, she told me to call you, saying you have the final say."

"Alright, then. I'll be right there." Dustin hung up and drove to Harmon Pharmaceuticals. Twenty minutes later, he strode into the conference room and saw several people already seated. Jessica, Quentin, Ruth, and Mr. Wangley sat on the left; a distinguished man sat on the right.

"Dustin, you're finally here. Have a seat, quickly," Ruth said, standing and gesturing. The others looked at him coolly.

"What's going on here?" Dustin glanced around curiously.

"I have a question for you," Jessica said. "I heard Natasha gave you 50 percent of the Immortunol shares. Is that true?"

"Yes," Dustin nodded.

"Glad to hear that. Now, hand over the shares," she said coolly.

"What? Why?" Dustin was taken aback.

"Because you don't deserve them," Jessica said bluntly. "The Harmon family handles production, sales, and marketing for Immortunol. You contribute nothing—why should you deserve 50 percent of the profits? Don't you think you're being greedy?"

"Mrs. Harmon, there must be a misunderstanding. Ms. Harmon was the one who decided on the shares—"

Jessica cut him off with a wave of her hand. "That's enough! I don't want to hear it. Hand over the shares if you know what's good for you; at least you'll leave unscathed."

"Does Ms. Harmon know about this?" Dustin narrowed his eyes. He knew what was happening—they'd lured him here to seize the shares.

"It doesn't matter whether she knows. This concerns our family's interests; her word isn't the only one that matters. Rest assured, we'll compensate you handsomely. We're willing to pay you $50 million if you hand over the shares." Jessica spoke as if it were inconsequential.

"Hey, just hand them over and stop fucking around!" Quentin said impatiently.

"What if I refuse?" Dustin's expression turned icy.

"Then you won't leave this room today!" Quentin slammed his hand on the table. A group of security guards immediately burst into the room, surrounding Dustin with menacing looks.