An Understated Dominance - Chapter 113

“What?” Natasha shouted, her anger making Quentin raise his eyebrows in surprise. “Are you really going to turn against me just to protect that boy toy of yours?”

Quentin wanted to humiliate Dustin for two reasons: he couldn’t stand him, and he wanted to see how Natasha would react.

“Dustin saved my life! If you even think about hurting him, don’t be surprised if I lose my temper!” Natasha warned Quentin, her voice firm.

If he weren’t her cousin, she would have slapped him already.

“Is that right?” Quentin scoffed, his face twisting into a scowl. “I may set aside Tilda Snider’s case for now, but I still can’t support your plan to make him chief physician. He doesn’t even have the right qualifications!”

Quentin knew this was a chance to gain power in the company, and he wasn’t going to let it go easily.

“Whether he’s qualified or not is not your decision, it’s mine!” Natasha shot back, her authority clear.

“All your possessions come from the family,” Quentin reminded her. “If you keep interfering with the family’s interests, I won’t hesitate to report you to the board!”

“Do whatever you want,” Natasha replied defiantly. She wasn’t scared of him.

“Wait!” Jessica suddenly interjected. “The leak of Eternumax’s research documents is serious. The next chief physician needs to be capable enough to handle this. I think Dustin is still too young for such a big role. Mr. Wangley would be a much better choice.” She didn’t want someone as inexperienced as Dustin in a key position at Harmon Pharmaceuticals.

“Dustin’s medical skills are…

something dangerous!” Natasha warned, her voice filled with concern.

Dustin glanced at her, then back at Mr. Wangley. “I don’t know about this. It sounds risky,” he admitted.

“Don’t be such a coward! It’s just a little fun,” Mr. Wangley said, waving his hand dismissively. “Besides, this will show who really has the skills.”

Natasha shook her head. “Fun? This isn’t fun! It’s dangerous! We could end up seriously hurt.”

“Exactly! We’re talking about poison here!” Ruth chimed in, looking worried. “What if someone actually gets hurt?”

Quentin crossed his arms, watching the exchange with a smirk. “Well, it seems like Mr. Wangley is serious. If you’re too scared, Dustin, maybe you should just back out.”

Dustin felt the pressure. He didn’t want to look weak, especially not in front of Quentin. “Fine, I’ll do it,” he finally said, though uncertainty lingered in his voice.

“Great!” Mr. Wangley clapped his hands together. “Let’s see who has what it takes!”

Natasha sighed, knowing this wasn’t going to end well. “Just be careful, okay?” she said to Dustin, her expression serious.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be fine,” he replied, trying to sound confident.

As the group prepared for the challenge, tension filled the air. It was clear that this showdown was not just a test of skills; it was a dangerous game that could have serious consequences.

“This is just to back you into a corner,” Natasha warned softly.

She was beginning to think that Mr. Wangley wasn’t really a doctor but rather a master of poison! Unlike real doctors who heal and save lives, poison masters focus on the dark side of medicine. They specialize in witchcraft, voodoo, and all things toxic. They use ruthless methods and have strange tricks.

If it came down to a competition of medical skills, Dustin had a good chance of winning. But if they decided to have a poison-making contest against a poison master, it would be like asking for death!

“I’m giving you one last chance to back out, Mr. Boy Toy. If you admit defeat now, you’ll lose your title as chief physician, and you’ll still have to bow and apologize to Tilda Snider’s ashes!” Quentin spat.

Who was this pale guy who dared to challenge the great Mr. Wangley?

“Aren’t we just playing with some poison? Fine, I’m in,” Dustin declared boldly, showing no fear.

“Ha, you asked for it!” Quentin laughed maniacally, looking at Dustin with a gleam in his eye. How could he be so foolish to compete with a master of poison? It seemed like a death wish!

“Are you out of your mind, Dustin? You could die!” Ruth said nervously.

“Why is he putting his life on the line for this? They don’t even have a real rivalry,” she thought to herself.

“I know exactly what I’m doing,” Dustin replied casually.

“Dustin, are you sure you want to do this?”

Natasha frowned. She could see the worry in her beautiful eyes. She knew that Quentin was intentionally making things hard for Dustin, but there wasn’t much she could do to stop him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. You should be more concerned about them,” Dustin said with a grin.

Dustin was skilled in medicine, but he also had a strong background in voodoo magic and poisons.

“Less talk, more poison-making, Mr. Boy Toy!” Quentin urged, eager to get started before Dustin changed his mind.

“Wait!” Dustin suddenly raised his hands. “I’m all for making poisons, but you have to be in this with me.”

“What are you talking about?” Quentin asked, surprised and a bit uneasy.

“Didn’t you say you wanted this to be exciting? After we’re done, why don’t you and I test it on ourselves and leave the rest to fate?” Dustin suggested coolly.

“Cut the crap!” Quentin shouted, his expression changing instantly. “How can you compare your life to mine? Look in the mirror for once!”

“Are you giving up so soon? If you don’t have the guts to take this challenge, then kneel and admit defeat right now. Oh, and I want an apology too, then I’ll pretend this never happened,” Dustin taunted.

“You—” Quentin stumbled over his words, anger rising in him. Would he really lose face if he backed down now? But he was the one with money and status, so what would he gain by risking his life against someone he saw as a filthy peasant?

“I won’t,” he thought, determined to stand his ground.

“Rest assured, Mr.

“Harmon. With my skills, I can guarantee that any poison this punk creates won’t hurt you at all,” Mr. Wangley said confidently.

He believed that if he looked across all of South City, the only person who could match his talent in making poisons was Dr. Linden Watkins.

“Are you really sure about that?” Quentin asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Absolutely! Just take the bet, Mr. Harmon, and I promise to keep you safe,” Mr. Wangley insisted.

“Sounds good to me!” Quentin exclaimed, banging his hands on the table as he stood up. “If you want my life on the line, Mr. Boy Toy, then you’ve got it! I’ll be with you until your last breath!”