An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori Chapter 1343
“Damn it! What’s going on? Has he gone mad?”
Ezra’s brows were tightly knit as he looked at Dustin, who looked like he had been possessed. But Ezra dared not go near him because he was afraid he’d be slapped too. Ezra quickly shouted, “Sheehan! The guy’s gone mad! Quick! Break the spell!
“Ter-ter-terminate!”
Sheehan promptly tore the talisman off Dustin’s chest as he endured the immense pain he was in. The next moment, Dustin shuddered and stopped moving.
Everyone let out a long sigh of relief. It was finally over. Damn it! The bastard truly had the strength of a bull once he lost control. No ordinary man could hold him back!
“What happened?” After taking several deep breaths, Dustin slowly opened his eyes. With a look of confusion on his face, he asked, “What just happened?”
He looked around him, looking bewildered. “Hey… What happened to all your faces?”
The few young men who had been slapped gritted their teeth in annoyance. Though they were fuming inwardly, they couldn’t say anything. They could only act as though nothing had happened.
“Hey! Mr. Crock! Why are you so badly hurt?” Dustin was shocked when he looked down and saw Sheehan’s busted -up face. He immediately went forward to help him up. He even asked caringly, “Who beat you up?
“The person really didn’t hold back, did he? Look what he did to your charming face! This is terrible!”
Sheehan’s lips twitched, and his tears began falling uncontrollably. He actually cried from being beaten up! Damn it! It was too irritating!
Had anyone slapped him under normal circumstances, he’d have lost his temper. But this time, he had been the one who had used an occult spell on Dustin and even lost control over him.
That was the reason they had ended up in such a sorry state. To put it simply, he had been the one who brought this upon them. He had no one else but himself to blame.
“Why are you crying, Mr. Crock? Here,let me wipe your tears away.”
Dustin pulled a couple pieces of tissues and was about to wipe Sheehan’s tears away. “Get lost! Stay away from me!”
Sheehan swiftly backed away from Dustin, covering his face like a scared child. He had been traumatized by the series of slaps he’d received.
“What’s wrong?” Dustin pretended to be baffled. “Why are you all looking at me like that? What exactly happened?”
Eleanor coughed awkwardly with a weird expression. “Dustin, Sheehan controlled you by using one of his occult spells.
“But he ended up losing control over you. Somehow, you seemed to have gone berserk and started beating him up.”
“What? Lost control? I went berserk?” Dustin was momentarily stunned as he feigned surprise.
“No way! So I was the one who caused all these bruises on Mr. Crock’s face?”
“That’s right.” Eleanor nodded. “No wonder … No wonder my hand hurts so much now.” Dustin rubbed his palms together.
Then, he turned to Sheehan and said earnestly, “Mr. Crock, if you haven’t mastered the technique, then you shouldn’t have used it.
“Look what you’ve done now. How could you have lost control over me? “Oh, forget it. Guess we’ll just have to take what happened today as a lesson.” Dustin sighed.
“You fuck-” Sheehan flew into a rage and was about to start shouting at Dustin. But when he opened his mouth, his teeth began to fall out one by one. He was so terrified that he immediately covered his mouth with his hands.
He was afraid that he’d lose what remaining teeth he had left.
