“What?”
Natasha’s sudden outburst of anger caused Quentin to furrow his brows. “Are you seriously going to
turn on
me just to protect this boy toy of yours?”
One reason he wanted to humiliate Dustin so much was that he hated his guts, while the other was
because
he wanted to gauge Natasha’s reaction to the situation.
“Dustin saved my life, so if you dare so much asy a finger on him, don’t me me if I flip out on you!”
Natasha warned Quentin sternly.
If not for the fact that he was her cousin, she would have pped the shit out of him already.
“Is that so!” Quentin snorted as his expression twisted into a scowl.
“While I can put Tilda Snider’s case aside for now, I’m still very opposed to the fact that you n to
elect him
as the chief physician when he doesn’t even have the right qualifications for the job!” Quentin argued
back.
Since this was one way of securing power in thepany, it was obvious that he wasn’t going to let
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“Whether he’s qualified or not, it’s not up to you to decide, but me!” Natasha growled with authority.
“Everything you own now was given to you by the family, so if you insist on getting in the way of the
family’s
interests, you’re not allowed to me me if I report you to the board when the timees!” Quentin
threatened.
“Do whatever you want,” Natasha spat. She wasn’t afraid of him in the slightest.
“Wait!” Jessica suddenly spoke up.
“Eternumax’s research document leak isn’t a trivial matter, so the next chief physician must be capable
enough to mitigate this. I feel Dustin’s still too young for this, so that would make Mr. Wangley the most
suitable candidate, no?” She refused to let a naive child like himself hold such a key position in Harmon
Pharmaceuticals.
“Dustin’s medical skills are superb, so I doubt if he’d lose to some dusty old man,” Natasha justified
confidently.
“Fine, since you keep insisting that he has great medical skills, then I propose that he beat Mr. Wangley
in a medical showdown. Then, we shall see who’s the best among them,” Quentin suggested, stoking
the mes.
Natasha couldn’t help but furrow her brows as he finished his sentence.
Suddenly, she realized that she might have fallen into his trap.
“How are we supposed topete then?” Dustin suddenly spoke up.
Although he wasn’t too interested in bing chief, Quentin’s arrogance had rubbed him the wrong
way, so he decided to roll along with his n just to prove him wrong.
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“Competing between medical prowess is just too boring, don’t you think, younguns? Why don’t we y
with poison instead?” Mr. Wangley changed the topic out of the blue.
“Sure, how do you n to do that?” Dustin remained poker faced.
“Hehe… It’s simple actually. Each of us will concoct a bottle of poison on the spot and exchange it with
one another to ingest. Whoever manages toe up with an antidote to save themselves first will be
dered the winner. Sound good?” Mr. Wangley proposed.
“Wait a minute! But what if you can’t cure yourself from the poison?” Ruth quickly asked.
“Well, if you fail, then I guess you can either get lucky and survive being a cripple or die a violent death
instead!” Mr. Wangley guffawed, his eyes gleamed with excitement as he said that.
“No way! Who the hell goes so far for a duel? What if something goes wrong?” Ruth eximed in
shock.
One wrong step, and one could easily get killed!
“Since we’re going topete with one another anyways, why don’t we raise the stakes a little? So, up
for the challenge, young man?” Mr. Wangley nudged amusedly.
“Don’t fall for his tricks, Dustin! He’s obviously doing this just to back you into a corner,” Natasha
warned in a low whisper.
She now suspected that Mr. Wangley wasn’t a physician at all but a master of poison!
Unlike physicians, who cure diseases and save lives, polson masters do research on theplete
opposite spectrum of medicine.
For them, they specialized in witchcraft, voodoo, and poison. They had ruthless tactics and strange
tricks up their sleeves.
If they settled on apetition to battle out their medical skills, then Dustin would stand a pretty good
chance of winning.
But if they opted to go with a poison–concoctingpetition with a master of poison instead, then it
was like they were begging to be killed!
“I’m giving you one more chance to back out of this, Mr. Boy Toy. If you admit defeat now, you’ll be
giving up your title of chief physician and I’ll still need you to bow down and apologize to Tilda Snider’s
ashes!” Quentin spat.
Who was this pale–skinned wimp who was bold enough to pick a fight with the great Mr. Wangley
anyway?
“Aren’t we just dabbling with some poison? Fine, It’s on,” Dustin proimed. He was not the least bit
afraid.
“Ha, you asked for it!” Quentin let out a maniacalugh as he gazed at the soon–to–be–dead man in
front of him.
To think he had the gall topete with a polson master at making polson. He certainly had a death
wish!
“Are you out of your mind. Dustin? You could diel” Ruth said anxiously.
“It’s not like they have any rivalry between them either, so why does he Insist on putting his life on the
line like
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this?” She thought to herself.
“I know full well what I’m doing.” Dustin answered nonchntly.
“Dustin, are you sure you want to do this?” Natasha frowned.
He could see the slight worry in those beautiful eyes of hers.
She was aware that Quentin was deliberately making things difficult for him, but it wasn’t like she could
outright stop him either.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. You should be worried about them instead.” Dustin grinned.
In fact, he was not only proficient in medicine but very much a specialist in voodoo magic and poison
as well.
“Less talk, more poison–making. Mr. Boy Toy!” Quentin urged hurriedly, afraid that he’d chicken out and
go
back on his word.
“Wait!” Dustin voiced out and raised his hands all of a sudden.
“I’m all for making poisons, but my only condition is that I need you to be involved in this as well.”
“What are you talking about?” Quentin asked in shock, feeling a little uneasy.
“Didn’t you say that you wanted this to be exciting? Later when we’re done, why don’t you and I test it
with
our bodies, then leave our lives at the mercy of the Lord?” Dustin suggested coolly.
“Cut the crap!” Quentin hollered, and his expression immediately changed. “How are youpare your
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peasant life with mine? Why don’t you look at yourself in the mirror for once?“
“Admitting defeat so quickly? If you don’t have the balls to take up this challenge, then kneel down in
front of me and admit defeat right now. Oh, and I’ll need an apology too, then I can pretend none of this
ever happened
in the first ce.” Dustin taunted.
“You-” Quentin stumbled over his words as a burst of anger overtook him in an instant.
Would he even have any face left after this if he backed down now?
Then again, he was the one with the money and status, so it wasn’t like he stood to gain anything from
putting
his life on the line with a filthy peasant like him.
I won’t
“Rest assured, Mr. Harmon. With my skills, I’ll make sure that any kind of poison this punk conjures up
even hurt you in the slightest,” Mr. Wangley announced with conviction.
If he were to scan the entirety of South City, he was confident that the only person who was able to top
him
was Dr. Linden Watkins when it came to making poisons.
“Are you sure about that?” Quentin probed, his brows furrowed slightly.
“Of course! Just take the bet, Mr. Harmon, and I’ll make sure to keep you safe from harm,” Mr. Wangley
dered confidently.
“Sounds good to me!” Quentin shouted and pped his hands on the table before getting up to his feet.
“If it’s my life on the line you want, Mr. Boy Toy, then it’s what you’ll get! I’ll make sure to apany
you to yourst dying breath!”