Chapter 61

"Bitch, I'll fucking kill you!" Mr. Chansey screamed, touching his scalded face. His fury propelled him at Dahlia.

Her quick reflexes allowed her to deliver a swift kick to Mr. Chansey's crotch.

"Argh!" he cried, rolling on the floor, hands clutching his bruised groin. His face turned a deeper shade of purple with each passing second.

"You disgust me!" she spat, turning to leave.

This caused her to bump into Dustin, who had been eavesdropping by the door. "What are you doing here?" she demanded.

"Nothing, I was just making sure you were okay," he replied, shrugging.

His eyes instantly fixed on Mr. Chansey, writhing in pain. It was a good thing she had incapacitated him; otherwise, Dustin would have ensured Mr. Chansey never used his hands again.

"We're done here. Let's go," she snapped, striding out in her high heels. She was in a foul mood.

"You fucking stop right there!" Mr. Chansey bellowed, his expression fierce. "Running away like a coward after beating someone up? What do you take me for?!"

At his command, several security guards formed a barricade in front of the main door, preventing their escape.

"You bitch! How dare you kick me? I'll make sure you never see the light of day again!" he yelled, lunging toward her, hand raised to strike.

Dustin intercepted the blow effortlessly.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you meddle in my affairs? Get away from me if you know what's good for you!" Mr. Chansey hissed.

"Apologize to her now, or I'll rip your mouth open!" Dustin threatened, his expression icy.

"Like hell I will!" Mr. Chansey spat, his rage escalating. He swung at Dustin, who dodged the blow and delivered a heavy slap to his face.

The impact sent Mr. Chansey sprawling several feet. His face was disfigured; some teeth fell out when he opened his mouth.

Everyone was stunned. No one expected Dustin to be so vicious, especially since he had slapped Mr. Chansey in front of everyone. Did he not know this man was the manager of Eastern River Bank? An influential man with power, money, and a vast network! To offend him was to invite trouble.

"H-howdare you hit me?"

Noticing loose teeth in his palm, Mr. Chansey's face contorted into a scowl.

"So what if I beat you up? Need an appointment?" Dustin said indifferently.

"Do you even know who my backers are, you little shit? It's the Spanners! The nerve of you to lay a finger on me! Do you want to die?!" Mr. Chansey screeched, pulling out his phone to call for backup.

"Hmm?" Dahlia frowned, making a call of her own.

Fifteen minutes later, Florence arrived with a team of security personnel, making a dramatic entrance. Beside her stood a handsome man in a sharp suit, graceful, elegant, and aristocratic.

"Matt Laney?" Dahlia gasped, her eyes wide in shock. He had been her upperclassman in school, briefly courting her before leaving the country. She hadn't expected his return, especially with her mother.

"Dahlia! How are you? You're not hurt, right?" Florence asked worriedly, fearing for her daughter's safety.

"I'm fine, Mom. No need to worry," Dahlia replied, shaking her head.

"Long time no see, Dahlia," Matt greeted politely.

"Yeah, long time no see," Dahlia responded with a small nod. Though surprised, she treated him as a school friend for now.

"I heard you were in trouble, so I rushed here with your mom. If you need anything, just let me know," he said with a confident grin.

"I know, right? Nothing is impossible with Matt around!" Florence exclaimed. "Not only did he get us out of that arrest, but he also caught that bastard Chris and recovered all the money we lost!" She continued praising him effusively, describing him as "a capable man."

Dahlia managed a strained smile. "Thanks," she mumbled.

"It's no big deal," Matt grinned.

"What are you doing here, Rhys?" Florence asked, her gaze turning to Dustin with disgust.

"Mom, Dustin saved me," Dahlia explained.

"He saved you? Hmph, he probably hurt you more!" Florence's expression hardened. "If it weren't for this man offending Mr. Chansey, we could have avoided all this misfortune!"

"Mom, this started because of me. It has nothing to do with Dustin," Dahlia corrected.

"I can't believe you're still taking his side! You'll regret it!" Florence exclaimed, barely containing her temper. Only Matt's presence prevented a torrent of expletives.

"Hey, hey, hey Where did you all come from? Do I look invisible?"

Mr. Chansey, standing in a corner, finally lost his composure.

"Who are you?" Matt asked, glancing at him.

"I'm the manager of this bank!" Mr. Chansey barked, glaring. "I demand these two pay for offending me!"

"Do you know who the fuck I am? How dare you speak to me like that?" Matt spat, his expression growing cold.

"I don't care who you are! As long as you're involved, I'll make sure you never see the light of day either!" Mr. Chansey threatened.

Two black cars pulled up to the bank's entrance. An army of burly thugs stormed in, led by an intimidating man in a trench coat, cigar in hand. His presence was commanding.

"Heh My backer's finally arrived. None of you will escape today!" Mr. Chansey cackled wickedly.

Whispers erupted from the crowd as they recognized the man in the trench coat. Some gave Dustin sympathetic looks. Sir Zims' infamous name was known to strike fear into even the bravest hearts.

"Hmm?" Dustin hummed, a strange feeling settling in his stomach. He realized Mr. Chansey's supposed backer was his newly acquired follower, Mason Zims.