"Mr. Rhys, this is the Harmon family's platinum card. Please accept it as a token of our gratitude," Natasha said, handing Dustin a black, gold-edged card. "It will ensure you're treated as an honored guest in all Harmon family establishments."

Dustin shook his head. "Ms. Harmon, I don't need this."

Natasha smiled. "Don't worry, Mr. Rhys. It's a personal gesture. Regarding Mr. Anderson's request for the canscora, I'll send the herb to your place tomorrow."

"That's very kind of you, Ms. Harmon. Thank you," Dustin chuckled, accepting the card. It would certainly be useful, he thought.

Their conversation was interrupted when the car suddenly pulled over. The driver confessed, "I'm sorry, Ms. Harmon! I was forced to do this!" before fleeing.

Two black SUVs immediately boxed in their silver Benz. More than ten masked men, armed with weapons, emerged. A bald, burly man, seemingly their leader, stepped onto the Benz's hood.

Knife in hand, he threatened, "Ms. Harmon, my boss wants to meet you. We'll escort you."

Unfazed, Natasha replied, "How bold of you to hijack my car!" Her demeanor was regal.

The bald man smirked. "We wouldn't dare with your bodyguards around, but they're at the hospital guarding your grandfather. You're alone with your 'little boy toy'! We couldn't pass up this opportunity."

"Clever of you to bribe my driver," Natasha said calmly. "But who's your boss?"

"You'll know when we get there! Now, get out!" the bald man urged.

"You have no right to order me around!" Natasha refused.

"Then I'll resort to force!" The bald man gestured for a large hammer. Just as he was about to smash the windscreen, Dustin opened the door and exited the car.

The bald man mocked, "Ms. Harmon, your 'boy toy' has no guts. He's already peeing his pants! What did you see in him?"

Natasha frowned and silently reached into her bag.

Dustin warned, "You have five seconds to leave."

"Punk, do you know who you're talking to? Go to hell!"

Before the bald man could finish, Dustin slapped him across the face with such force that the man staggered back, dazed.

"F***! Kill him!" The other men lunged at Dustin. He moved with astonishing speed and agility, delivering a series of powerful slaps that felled each attacker one by one. The entire encounter seemed effortless. The bald man was terrified.

Natasha's eyes shone with interest. A slight smile played on her lips as she replaced a handgun in her bag. She hadn't expected Dustin to be such a formidable fighter—far superior to her bodyguards. He was skilled in medicine, combat, and handsome!

As Dustin approached the cowering bald man, the latter pleaded, "Stop! Don't come near me! I'll make you pay—"

Dustin punched him in the abdomen. The man doubled over in pain.

"He's all yours, Ms. Harmon," Dustin said, stepping aside.

"Thank you," Natasha nodded, looking down at the groaning man. "Tell me, who's your boss?"

Sweat dripping down his face, the man hesitated.

Natasha smirked, picking up a knife. Holding it to his neck, she threatened, "I shall torture you slowly until you confess."

She raised the knife. The bald man screamed, "Please don't kill me! It's Trevor Spanner of the Drey Group!"

"As expected," Natasha smiled. "Tell Trevor I'll remember this. Get lost!"

The men fled.

Dustin warned, "Ms. Harmon, this isn't over. Your grandfather's curse, your kidnapping attempt… Trevor Spanner won't be easy to deal with."

Natasha narrowed her eyes. "Trevor's a crazy bastard with powerful allies. But I'll wait for the right moment to strike."

Dustin nodded. "As long as you have a plan." He had no interest in family feuds.

Natasha fluttered her eyelashes. "Mr. Rhys, you've saved my grandfather and me. I owe you a great debt."

"It's no trouble," Dustin replied casually.

Natasha smiled seductively. "To show my gratitude shall I repay you with my body?"