At the security booth in front of Creative Arts Corporation, Shawna and several employees stared in shock at Dustin, who was in uniform.

"You convinced the Harmon family to drop all claims against us?" Shawna's eyes widened.

Yesterday, Dustin had ignored their warnings and gone to the Harmon family villa. They'd feared for his safety, even calling an ambulance. However, the villa was later sealed off, preventing the ambulance from approaching. This left Shawna and the others deeply worried; they'd believed Dustin wouldn't return. Shawna had even begun making funeral arrangements.

His timely arrival this morning, and the news that the compensation issue was resolved and the Harmon family would pursue the matter no further, was utterly unbelievable.

Shawna knew the Harmon family well. Patrick had framed her previously, causing significant business losses and leaving her with a substantial debt. Their relentless harassment in recent days had been intensely frustrating and impacted her family. She found it inconceivable they'd simply dropped the matter.

"It's true," Dustin said with a faint smile. "The Harmons are demanding, but reasonable. I'm rather good at persuasion."

Shawna rolled her eyes. Dustin's lack of honesty and reliability only worsened her opinion of him. "Do your job and stop boasting," she said icily, entering the company to verify his claim.

Dustin shrugged and returned to his duties. In her office, Shawna made several calls, her disbelief growing with each confirmation. The matter was resolved; the original contract was even delivered to her. She gazed out the window at Dustin, astonished. How did that brat do it? she wondered.

Dustin, leaning back in his chair after a short while, prepared for a nap. A luxurious sedan then arrived, a roguish young man sticking his head out the driver's side window.

"Security guard, open the gate!" Waylon Riley shouted arrogantly.

Dustin frowned. "Miss Welch has instructed that all visitors must register and be approved," he replied firmly.

Waylon's face turned icy. "What visitor? You don't know me? Are you blind?"

Dustin's expression hardened. Waylon's arrogance and harsh tone angered him. "Get lost!" he said. He refused to tolerate such mistreatment.

"You bastard!" Waylon raged. He blamed Shawna, furious at being insulted by a security guard.

With a roar of the engine, Waylon sped toward the gate. Dustin stepped out, blocking his path.

"I'm going to kill you!" Waylon roared, driving forward.

Seeing this from her office window, Shawna rushed downstairs. The car engine roared, tires spinning, yet the car remained stopped. Waylon stared, open-mouthed, at the security guard's hand pressed against the vehicle's front—he had stopped a moving car.