Those two words were enough to scare Florence motionless. She had never imagined Dustin could be so frightening when angry. He had always been mild-tempered around them. Now, he looked capable of anything.

When she regained her composure, Florence screamed, “Help! Help! He’s murdering my son!”

Soon, the Quine Group's security guards surrounded them.

“What happened, Mrs. Nicholson?” The head of security, recognizing Florence, immediately went to her side.

“Tom! Lock this guy up at once! I want him punished for beating up my son!” Florence yelled.

“Good heavens! How dare you cause trouble here? Have you lost your mind?” Tom waved his hand. All the security guards surrounded Dustin, eager to curry favor with the president's mother, hoping for promotions and raises.

“What are you waiting for? Beat him up!”

Just as they were about to attack, a voice cut through the air.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

A curvaceous woman in a silver dress, accompanied by bodyguards, burst through the crowd. Her fiery red lips and alluring movements were stunning.

“She’s gorgeous!” The security guards stared lustfully. She was one of the most attractive women they had ever seen.

“Mr. Rhys, are you okay?”

Ignoring the stares, the woman approached Dustin.

“Who are you?” Dustin narrowed his eyes, his anger subsiding.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Natasha Harmon. Mr. Anderson sent me,” the woman said with a smile. The guards began whispering.

“Natasha Harmon? Is she the heiress of the Harmon family?”

“Oh, my God! Why is she here?”

They were shocked. Natasha Harmon was a household name—beautiful, influential, and intelligent. At twenty-two, she had already taken control of the Harmon Group and built a substantial business empire in five years.

“Ah, it’s you.” Dustin nodded. He knew of Natasha, but hadn't expected her connection to Hunter.

“Mr. Rhys, please wait in the car. I’ll handle this.” Natasha snapped her fingers. Her four bodyguards produced batons and advanced, their intimidating presence forcing the security guards to retreat. The Harmon family’s reputation for employing highly trained bodyguards was well-known.

“After you, Mr. Rhys.”

Seeing no further resistance, Natasha smiled, offering Dustin her hand to lead him to the car. Without a word, Dustin gathered the pieces of his necklace and left with her. No one dared to stop them.

“What the heck? What do you pay them for? Why did you let them go?” Florence yelled, realizing what had happened.

“Mrs. Nicholson, that’s Natasha Harmon. We dare not offend her!” The head of security lamented. None dared touch her.

“Useless trash! You won’t offend her, but you’re fine offending my daughter?” Florence demanded.

The security guards remained silent.

Dahlia and Lyra arrived, drawn by the commotion.

“Dahlia! You’re here! Look how badly your brother’s been beaten!” Florence cried, dramatically, as if she were the injured one.

“What happened? Who did this?” Dahlia asked.

Seeing James’s wounds, Dahlia’s expression hardened.

“Who else? That bastard Dustin!” Florence wailed. “We met him. James found a crystal necklace he dropped and tried to return it, but Dustin accused him of theft and beat him! My poor James, he only tried to do the right thing!”

She sobbed.

“Dustin?” Dahlia frowned. “He’s always been mild-tempered. Why would he beat James? What did you do?”

“What do you mean?” Florence bristled. “Don’t you believe your mother?”

“I want the truth,” Dahlia replied. After three years of marriage, she knew Dustin’s character well. He was rarely angry, and wouldn't resort to violence without provocation.

“Look at your brother! Isn’t the truth obvious? If you don’t believe me, ask the guards. They saw everything!” Florence gestured to the guards.

“Ms. Nicholson, your mother is correct. That man assaulted your brother. If we hadn’t intervened, she would have been attacked as well,” the head of security stated, following his instructions.

“See? I’m not lying about that bastard!” Florence continued. “I told you, Rhys is a terrible person. Look what he’s done since the divorce. He even has a new ‘whore’!”

Dahlia frowned, uncertain. Could Dustin have done this? Perhaps his fury over the divorce had led him to take revenge on her through her brother. If so, she realized she had misjudged him.