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Inside a speeding Maserati, Eleanor was seated in the back. She poured herself a glass of red wine,
which she chugged down. Her beautiful face was now tainted with anger and bitterness.
“Those damn Dawson siblings!” Eleanor fumed. “Kicking us out? I’ll make them pay for this!”
“Eleanor, take it easy. Dealing with the Dawson family won’t be a cakewalk. Let’s not make this worse,”
Ezra advised.
“Hmph! We’re part of Oakvale’s eight great families and a force to be reckoned with! We shouldn’t fear
them, “Eleanor argued.
“It’s not that I fear them; it’s just unnecessary to stir up trouble.” Ezra shook his head.
If the strengths of the Welch and Swanson families combined, it would give them an edge over the
Dawsons. But if they faced the Dawsons head-on, it would only result in mutual damage.
“I still think it’s necessary!” Eleanor responded with determination in her eyes.
“In a competition of willpower, we should stand our ground. With Rejuvenaid at our disposal, we can
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtuse this opportunity to pressure the Dawson family.”
“Indeed, Rejuvenaid can deal them a significant setback, but it won’t be a knockout punch,” Ezra
pondered.
“In fact, our original plan was that we would start by collaborating with the Dawsons. Then, when the
time was right, we could seize their market share. That would have been a wiser approach.”
If it weren’t for Eleanor’s stubbornness, pushing the profit share to the minimum, the Dawson family
would never have resorted to such a drastic measure. Eleanor raised an eyebrow, looking surprised.
“So, you’re blaming me for this?”
“Of course not. I’m not blaming you,” Ezra quickly clarified.
“The blame lies mainly with the Dawson siblings for not recognizing our generosity. They were
unappreciative and disrespectful.”
“Alright, I see your point,” Eleanor conceded, her expression softening.
“Eleanor, I noticed Bo appeared confident. What if they already have a plan in place?” Ezra suddenly
brought up. Eleanor scoffed. “Their Dawson’s Healing Balm doesn’t hold a candle to our Rejuvenaid.
How could they possibly fight back?”
But then Eleanor paused as if a thought had struck her. “Wait a second… I think we might have
forgotten someone. “You mean… Dustin?” Ezra quickly caught on.
“Yes,” Eleanor nodded seriously, “With all the recent turmoil, we nearly forgot about him!
“We have the Rejuvenaid formula, but so does Dustin. If the Dawson family gets their hands on him,
we’d lose our advantage!”
“Indeed, this guy is a ticking time bomb.” Ezra squinted his eyes.
“I asked you to hire some experts to deal with him. How’s that going?”
Eleanor asked.
“They’re on their way, and I expect them to arrive tonight,” Ezra replied.
“Very well, let’s deal with Dustin as soon as possible to avoid further complications,” Eleanor said, her
gaze cold.
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“Understood! This time, he won’t escape.” Ezra clenched his fists. Getting rid of Dustin was rather
easy; all they needed was a skilled assassin. However, family interests required him to be captured
alive, interrogated for any valuable information, and then, disposed of.
For this matter, the occult master from the Mystic Arts Order was the ideal choice. In a villa in South
City, Cinna lay unconscious on a bed, his face pale, his body emaciated. His breath was faint, like a
flickering candle in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.
Dustin stood by the bedside, administering acupuncture and infusing Cinna with pure energy.
Not long ago, Cinna’s condition had suddenly worsened, and he was on the brink of death. Dustin had
intervened in time, using his true energy to extend Cinna’s life and pull him back from the brink of
death.
“Phew…” Soon, Dustin let out a long sigh of relief, finally stabilizing Cinna’s condition. At this moment,
he was drenched in sweat, having expended tremendous energy.
“Dustin, how is Mr. Shaffer? Is he going to be alright?”
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