An Understated Dominance - Chapter 64

Natasha was enjoying her coffee with Duane at Java Joys.

“Do you remember our bet, Natasha? Three days are up, and I’m still fit as a fiddle. Isn’t it time for you to keep your promise?” Duane asked, smiling as he took a sip of his coffee.

“Why are you so eager, Uncle Duane? We still have half a day left,” Natasha replied calmly.

“Hah! You can’t really believe what that little trickster said, can you?” Duane scoffed. “I’ve been practicing martial arts for years. I know my own body! Look at me! Does it look like there’s anything wrong?”

“I can’t say how you look, but I trust Dustin’s judgment,” Natasha said with a smile.

“Hmph! I wonder how that little trickster got to you. Why do you trust him so much?” Duane asked, puzzled.

“Who knows? Maybe this is just how it’s meant to be,” Natasha said, her lips curling up as she thought of Dustin. “Anyway, we have half a day left. If you’re still fine before sunset, I’ll keep my promise!”

“Fine! Half a day it is! When the time is up, I’ll show you what a liar that little trickster really is!” Duane declared as he left with his bodyguards.

Once they were outside and in their car, one of Duane’s trusted bodyguards asked, “I don’t get it, sir. Ms. Harmon is such an impressive lady. Why would she fall for that trickster?”

“She never plays by the rules. When you get the chance, look into Rhys’ background,” Duane instructed.

“Yes, sir!” the bodyguard replied, starting the car.

As the car drove on, Duane leaned back to relax. But soon, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. At first, he brushed it off, but the pain only grew stronger.

the pain was getting worse. It felt like a knife was twisting in his chest, and no matter how strong he was, he couldn’t help but gasp.

“Is it possible that the little swindler was telling the truth all along?” Duane thought, clutching his chest as sweat poured down his face.

“Sir, what’s wrong?” His bodyguard quickly noticed his distress.

“Get me back to Java Joys, now!” Duane could no longer endure the pain and ordered his bodyguard to turn around.

They sped back to Java Joys in no time.

“Uncle Duane, what’s wrong? Do you need the bathroom?” Natasha raised her eyebrows when she saw him drenched in sweat.

“Who said anything about the bathroom? Can’t you see he’s in pain?” the bodyguard replied, a bit annoyed.

“Hmm? And who are you to speak here?” Natasha shot him a glare, making him quickly look away, feeling nervous.

“Natasha! My chest hurts! Get that little swindler here right away!” Duane’s face showed his agony.

“Uncle Duane, it looks like Dustin was right. He said you’d have an attack in three days, and he wasn’t lying. Maybe it’s not fair to still call him a little swindler?” Natasha said coolly.

“Okay, okay! He’s not a swindler! I was wrong! Just get him here!” Duane gritted his teeth.

“Uncle Duane, you’re asking him for a favor. It’s not polite to make him come here, don’t you think?” Natasha said with a slight smile.

“You!” Duane felt anger rising but decided to keep calm. “Where is Dustin? I’ll go to him.”

“Hang on,” Natasha stopped him.

“Let me call him and find out where he is,” Natasha said with a smile as she searched for her phone. After checking Dustin’s location, she announced, “He’s at Peaceful Medical Centre.”

“Let’s go! Get to Peaceful Medical Centre right now!” Duane said urgently. He couldn’t waste any more time and rushed out.

They made it to the medical center in just 15 minutes, even though it should have taken them 30. They ran several red lights on the way.

“So you’re here, you rascal!” Duane burst in, sweating. He saw Dustin sitting and reading. “Damn it! I’m in so much pain, and you’re just sitting there reading?” Duane thought angrily.

“Uncle Duane, what are you doing here?” Dustin asked, surprised but quickly recovering.

Duane was feeling terrible, and he knew it was an attack. “Tell me! I was fine until now! Why is my chest hurting all of a sudden? Do you have something to do with this, you brat?” Duane asked through gritted teeth. He had never fully trusted Dustin, and now that he was in pain, he couldn’t help but suspect him.

“Uncle Duane, are you saying I did this to you?” Dustin frowned, showing his annoyance.

“Forget it! I don’t care who did it! Just come over and help me!” Duane said, his impatience growing. The pain was becoming unbearable. All he wanted was relief.

“Why are you still standing there? Get over here right now! If my boss gets any worse, you’ll regret the day you were born!” Duane’s bodyguard shouted, clearly worried.

Dustin’s face turned cold when he heard the threatening words. They needed his help, but they were acting like this? Who did they think they were?

“If this is how you’re going to talk to me, then you’d better find someone else to heal you. I’m not the right person for this,” Dustin said flatly.

“What did you just say?” Duane paused, then his face twisted with anger. “You jerk! I only came here because of Natasha. Don’t act so important!”

“Oh really?” Dustin scoffed. “To be honest, I only call you Uncle Duane out of respect for Ms. Harmon. Without her, you mean nothing to me. Also, you need to understand your place right now. You came to me asking for help, not the other way around! So please, just leave!”