Chapter 66

The Carson family's base was Central Harbor. Although not on home turf, Michael had still managed to assemble a group. He led them to a Rivenesco café where Dustin was drinking tea.

"Everyone uninvolved, leave now!"

Michael and his men burst in, chasing away the other patrons. Dustin remained calmly seated, sipping his tea, unfazed by their arrival. This enraged Michael.

"Dustin Fox, how dare you sit there drinking tea after offending me?!" he roared. "Beat him! Make him kneel!" Michael's thugs—vicious men he'd hired in Rivenesco, some even death-defying—immediately attacked. He believed their numbers would overwhelm Dustin, even a powerful man.

Dustin didn't even look up. As the thugs reached ten steps from him, figures appeared, moving with phantom-like speed.

Whoosh!

A flash. Then, shock. The cafe was filled with the smell of blood. The thugs lay dead, a chaotic scene of corpses surrounding Dustin, yet within a ten-foot radius of him, nothing was disturbed.

Michael's face paled as he stared at the figures standing beside Dustin. Their faces were covered, only their eyes visible, but those eyes held a chilling glint that made him tremble. He'd seen horrific things, but these people were terrifying. They were even more ruthless than top-class assassins.

Who was Dustin? Why did he have such formidable protection? Was he truly just the "trash" the Wyatt family discarded, as Clara claimed? Bullshit! Michael's anger boiled over. What kind of "trash" commanded such guards?

"Who are you?" he demanded coldly. "I didn't bring my best fighters. If I had, your guards wouldn't stand a chance!"

Dustin remained indifferent, silent.

"Apologize, Michael Carson," one of the black-clad figures ordered.

"Apologize? Do you know who I am? I outrank him socially! Who is he to demand an apology? Not even God himself could make me apologize! No one deserves my apology but my father! We are the Carsons, and we never surrender!" Michael declared indignantly. Dustin's mocking gaze infuriated him further.

"Haven't you heard of the Carsons? We're one of Central Harbor's most powerful families! We can change lives with a word, even here in Rivenesco! You should be apologizing!" Michael glared, his voice rising. "Apologize, you bastard!"

The voice was instantly familiar. Michael's eyes widened in recognition.