“I’m just stating the truth. It’s always better to be careful,” Dustin replied calmly. “Dustin, Mr. Killian isn’t that kind of person,” Dahlia retorted firmly, unhappy to hear Dustin talking bad about her savior.
“Do you really know him well enough? Besides his name, what else do you know about him?” Dustin asked back.
“I-” Dahlia was taken aback. When she came to her senses, she immediately declared. “Anyway, Mr. Killian isn’t a bad person. You better not judge him with a petty mindset!”
“Petty?” Dustin chuckled un humorously. “You’re right. I am petty. And since you seem to believe him so much, this petty man will take his leave now. Goodbye.” Dustin turned around.
“Dustin, stop right-” He left before Dahlia could stop him. “Let him leave! What the he ll is wrong with him? We just said a few words!” Florence scoffed.
“Yeah. Mr. Killian is a thousand times better than a petty man like him!” Julie snorted.
“That’s enough! He’s gone now, so stop talking about this!” Dahlia frowned, agitated.
Her relationship with Dustin had only begun to improve, and she didn’t want problems to arise
again.
Out of the hospital doors, Dustin sighed.
Although he didn’t care about Florence and Julie’s words, he was unhappy about Dahlia’s distrust
of him.
“Dustin Rhys…” A black sedan pulled over, and the windows were lowered, revealing Gavin’s face.
“Mr. Killian, how may I help you?” Dustin replied.
Gavin had obviously been waiting for him.
“I will only say this once, so you better listen closely.” Gavin’s expression was cold as he said, ” Dahlia Nicholson is mine, so you better stay away from her from now on.”
“And why should I?” Dustin narrowed his eyes. He didn’t expect Gavin to show his true colors so
soon.
“Because I’m from the Killian family of Oakvale and a major general. And because I’m stronger
than you. Is this answer good enough?” Gavin sneered arr ogantly.
“Those labels mean nothing to me. Here’s some advice. Don’t pi ss me off,” Dustin retorted, unfazed.
“Hmm… Interesting.” Gavin grinned.
“A loser dares to challenge me? Fine. Let’s see what you’ve got.” With a snap of his fingers, his car
d rove off and out of sight.
Right after that, several other cars pulled over in front of Dustin, and several law enforcers wearing distinctive uniforms stepped out, their faces stern.
“Are you Dustin Rhys?” The leader asked.
“I am.” Dustin nodded. “How may I help you?”
“Someone reported you for ki lling Hank Hoffman, so you’re under arrest!” The man yelled.
“Someone reported me? Who?” Dustin was shocked.
“Me!” Another person stepped out of the car. It was Julian!
“I witnessed you murdering my friend, so I reported you!” Julian cried out.
“So you’re up to no good again.” Dustin narrowed his eyes.
“You kil led an innocent man, and plenty of evidence proves that. Take him away!”, The leading enforcer signaled his men to handcuff Dustin and haul him into the car.
Julian watched the cars drive away, sneering, “You’re dead meat this time!”
