Chapter 187
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“Do you have any idea who I am? Touching me is a fatal mistake!” he bellowed, the rage in his voice tinged with desperation.
The ruckus quickly lured the portly man outside.
The moment he saw the scar-faced man being restrained, his expression soured, and he growled, “Who the hell are you people? Do you even know where you are?”
At that moment, another silhouette detached itself from one of the cars. The tension was palpable as the portly man and the scar-faced man tensed up, but their fury simmered down when they spotted Dustin approaching with a chilling, knowing smirk.
“What have we here? It’s been a while, hasn’t it? And now you don’t even recognize me?” Dustin’s voice cut through the chilly air with a sharp edge.
The portly man froze, his eyes widening momentarily before he hastily composed himself, adopting a fawning grin. “Mr. Wade, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit today?”
Oblivious to the altercation involving the scar-faced man nearby, he scurried over to Dustin, bowing deeply, his tone oozing exaggerated deference. “Mr. Wade, it’s quite chilly out here. Perhaps we could discuss matters indoors?”
Dustin casually shoved his hands into his coat pockets, his posture radiating undisguised arrogance. “My concern is the orphanage on the suburban lot.”
A shadow of dismay passed over the portly man’s face as the unresolved issue of the orphanage loomed back into focus, and Dustin was evidently here to press for answers.
Casting a sharp, frustrated glance at the scar-faced man, he hastily assured, “Mr. Wade, rest assured, we’ll handle that situation promptly. You won’t have to concern yourself with it further.”
Dustin’s gaze turned cold, his scrutiny piercing. “And how exactly do you intend to handle it?”
The portly man laughed nervously, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Naturally, we might have to resort to… some unconventional tactics.”
Dustin’s gaze sharpened, his smirk hardening. “I bet I know what’s next—you’re going after Collin and Linsey, right?” The portly man felt a chill run down his spine.
Dustin was already aware of the recent events at the orphanage. He quickly attempted to reassure him. “Mr. Wade, please, don’t worry. I’ll deal with Collin and Linsey immediately. Nothing will threaten your billion-dollar venture!”
Dustin chuckled, his laugh dripping with indifference. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve already got everything under control.”
The portly man froze, his eyes widening with curiosity. “What are you planning?”
Dustin turned to his subordinates, his voice sharp and unwavering. “Take this guy—and the one on the ground—and get them both to the police station.”
The portly man stood there, stunned, as if his brain couldn’t process what was happening. In disbelief, he stammered, “Mr. Wade… what do you mean? You’re actually sending us to the police? Why are you doing this to me?”
Dustin couldn’t hide his amusement at the man’s desperate expression. He dragged out each word, like it was a slow burn. “I trusted you with the land project, but instead, you embezzled the funds I set aside for the orphanage. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, you used my name to run illegal schemes, dragging my family’s reputation through the dirt.”
His gaze turned ice-cold as he locked eyes with the portly man. “You really thought I was that gullible? That I’d let you two idiots play me for a fool?”
Before either the portly man or the scar-faced one could stammer a response, Dustin waved them off with a dismissive flick of his hand. These two reckless fools had confronted Collin and Linsey in his name. The orphanage was where Linsey had spent her childhood. If it had been destroyed, Collin wouldn’t have thought twice about tearing him apart.
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