Chapter 24

A luxurious, spacious villa stood lakeside, offering a beautiful view and complete amenities. This was the private property of Harold Grant, a renowned member of the Verdant Gang, famous among gangsters for his past achievements. Harold, a bald man, was currently fishing in the lake outside the villa when his phone rang. He answered.

"Miss Bella, this is a first," he said, smiling.

"Mr. Grant, something's happened at the Rivenesco film studio," Bella replied.

She described the chaos. Harold frowned as he listened.

"Dustin Fox, the estranged son of the Wyatt family…" His face darkened. "He hurt a dozen Verdant Gang members?"

"Mr. Grant, if you plan to punish Dustin, the Wyatt family won't interfere," Bella stated firmly.

After hanging up, Harold's frown deepened. He'd been attracted to Bella after seeing one of her films and, to court her, invested in a drama, offered her the lead role, and assigned Verdant Gang members to protect her. This incident was deeply embarrassing and potentially damaging to his reputation.

"Gather two hundred elite Verdant Gang members and follow me to Rivenesco, now!"

Meanwhile, the Langley family villa in Rivenesco was empty.

"My Liege, Miss Bella contacted Harold Grant. He's en route with two hundred elite gang members by water, heading for Rivenesco," Drake reported to Dustin, the only other person in the villa.

Dustin frowned. Bella was ruthless. Harold Grant's swift response was alarming.

"Does she want to use Harold to get rid of me?" Dustin sneered. This wasn't the first attempt by the Wyatt sisters to harm him.

"My Liege, should I intercept them?" Drake asked.

While Harold Grant's arrival with two hundred elite members would frighten many, Drake, a sovereign-grade fighter, was confident he could handle them alone.

"No," Dustin said with a teasing smile. "I want to meet them personally." He hadn't had a proper fight since his last encounter with the Four Great Organizations.

Harold Grant stood at the bow of his ship, two hundred elite Verdant Gang members behind him. They were nearing Rivenesco, navigating a foggy river. Suddenly, a melancholic flute tune drifted through the mist, starting desolate and shifting to something menacing.

Harold frowned. "Find out who's playing that flute," he ordered, his face darkening. "And then make them disappear."

A boat passed unseen, then reappeared. It wasn't the same boat. As it approached, a young man playing the flute became visible.

"Who goes there?!" Harold shouted.

"Dustin Fox," came the reply.

Harold stiffened. This was their target.

"Well, well… Dustin Fox," Harold sneered, a hint of admiration in his voice.