Joanne nodded and said, “Eleanor, you go ahead and handle it. I’ll need to meet with Ms. Forrest for a chat.”
“Alright,” Eleanor replied. “Wait a moment … What about Dustin? Do we still need to address the situation with him?” Alistair suddenly asked.
“Absolutely,” Eleanor replied, looking frustrated, “He exploited the situation, created discord, and caused our falling out with the Swanson family. He must face the consequences!”
“To avoid arousing suspicion, we shouldn’t deal with this personally. Let’s hire someone to take care of it.” Joanne suggested.
“Don’t worry, I know how to handle these arrogant men,” Eleanor said, her eyes narrowed. “I have my ways!”
Meanwhile, outside Camron Medicals, a car came to a slow stop. Then Dustin and Abigail got out one after the other.
“Is this your new business, Sir? It looks quite bustling!” Abigail said, observing the scene with an innocent expression.
After the commotion from yesterday, Camron Medicals continued to flourish. Various big shots had gathered there, placing significant orders for Dew Balm.
The reason was simple: the product was affordable, and its healing properties were remarkable. With positive reviews pouring in, business was booming. “So, this is a venture I started with a couple of friends, and it seems to be doing well,” Dustin said with a smile.
“I heard about Dew Balm as soon as I arrived in Oakvale. I didn’t expect it to be your creation,” Abigail said, smiling.
“Our Mystic Arts Order frequently embarks on missions and sustains injuries, so we need this kind of ointment. Can you give me a discount since you’re the boss?”
“Kid, you’re here for business, and now you want to squeeze me dry? Seriously? “Dustin said, pretending to be offended.
“Hehe, well, you are my mentor after all,” Abigail said, playfully poking Dustin’s arm. “Can’t you give me a discount, please?”
“Alright, you drive a hard bargain. I’ll give it to you at the cost price. I won’t make any profit from you. Does that sound fair?” Dustin said, resigned.
“That’s fantastic! Thank you, Sir!” Abigail smiled sweetly.
“The Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order is a penny-pincher, huh? If this gets out, won’t people make fun of you?” Dustin shook his head.
“What’s wrong with being frugal? The Mystic Arts Order is huge, and there are many expenses. If we can save money, why not?” Abigail laughed.
Her words were true; the Mystic Arts Order lived modestly and was not wealthy. With considerable expenses, they were struggling to make ends meet. The disciples often had to take on extra work to support themselves.
“Make way! Clear the path!”
Suddenly, there was a disturbance at the entrance. Dustin turned around and saw a group of imposing bodyguards storming their way in. They forcibly pushed aside anyone in their way, prompting complaints from onlookers.
Upon entering, the bodyguards quickly cleared the path and stood on either side to maintain order. Following them was a woman dressed ostentatiously, exuding an air of luxury. She walked in arrogantly.
“What?” Seeing the woman, Dustin raised his eyebrows, surprised.
The woman was Julie, Dahlia’s cousin!
