It was afternoon when Dustin arrived at the Harmon estate in a hurry after getting the news. He was


    greeted by the sight of armed soldiers surrounding thepound. Hundreds of armed men from the


    elite forces of the Harmon Family guarded the entrance in what appeared to be a standoff, and both


    sides weren’t about to back. down.


    “Harmons, I will make myself clear–hand over the suspect, or we’ll subject everyone to the same


    punishment! “Themander–in–charge bellowed, his full voice echoing through thepound.


    Behind him, the soldiers stood stiffly while holding their guns. Once themander gave his orders,


    these soldiers would shoot mercilessly.


    “What’s all this about?” Dustin frowned at the violent confrontation. He wondered how the Harmons got


    involved with the military.


    “Sir, what calls for the mobilization of these forces?” Dustin went up to him and questioned.


    “I was ordered to capture the suspect. Unrted personnel please leave the grounds right now!” The


    commander barked in his face.


    “Mr. Rhys, you’re here! Please,e on in!” Jack, the butler, immediately spotted Dustin and asked


    that the elite forces make way for Dustin to enter. The crowd parted before swiftly closing up the path


    again after Dustin made his way into the building.


    “Listen up, people in there! I’ll give you half an hour. If you refuse to hand the suspect over, do not


    me us for


    forcing our way in there!” Themander gave his final warning, but the elite forces did not budge at


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    if they had to risk death.


    “Mr. Rhys, Ms. Harmon is in the meeting room. Pleasee with me.” Jack ignored themander’s


    threats and led the way. A perplexed Dustin followed closely behind him.


    The meeting room of the Harmon estate was filled to the brim. The core members of the family


    convened at


    the venue. They were whispering to each other.


    Meanwhile, Trent Harmon sighed with a troubled expression while Jacob Harmon paced the room.


    apprehensively. Natasha and a few others stayed by the side of an unconscious Hector Harmon.


    “Natasha, what’s wrong?” Dustin showed up in the room with a solemn look.


    “Dustin, you’ve arrived at the right time! Please check on my dad!” Natasha’s face lit up, and she


    frantically


    pulled Dustin over to a pale and sweaty Hector, who had blood stains on his outfit.


    Without further ado, Dustin performed a detailed checkup on Hector and announced, “Your dad is weak


    because he has recently recovered from a grave illness. To top that off, he was drinking like a fish, and


    that’s


    why he fainted. He should be fine.”


    “That’s good to hear.” A relieved sigh escaped from Jessica’s lips.


    “Can you wake him up?” Natasha asked.


    “Yes, but I wouldn’t rmend that. It would be best to just let him rest,” Dustin replied.


    “We’re running out of time! We need to wake him up, or else the family will be doomed!” Natasha did


    not look like she was joking.


    “Is it that serious?” Eyes twitching, he immediately took three needles and inserted them into Hector’s


    pressure points between the brows, near the front hairline, and right under his nose. Soon after,


    Hector’s eyes fluttered open.


    “Dad! Do you recall what happenedst night?” Natasha immediately asked.


    “Last night?” Hector rubbed his head and said groggily. “Last night, it was the birthday event of the


    regional deputy chief, Sir Moran. I was drinking at his ce. Why?”