Chapter 1350 by Marina Vittori

An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori Chapter 1350

Upon hearing this, Pablo’s smile faded, and his expression hardened.

“Mr. Rhys, I can’t bear to be rejected again. I have been patient long enough, so don’t disappoint me,” he warned menacingly.

“Dustin, you need to be wise. It is a privilege to earn Mr. Hans’s favor; stubbornness could only get you in trouble,” Cody cautioned.

“Enough with the chit-chat!” Pablo roared, growing impatient. “I want that Dew Balm formula today! Give it to me, and you’ll be safe and get a lot of cash.”

“What if I say no?” Dustin asked.

“What if you say no? Hmph!” Pablo sneered, clapping his hands together. The VIP room door burst open, and about 40 to 50 gangsters in suits came storming in. They looked like a bunch of wolves.

“Kid, this is my territory. A word from me will determine your fate,” Pablo said, glaring at Dustin.

“If you don’t give up that formula today, you may never leave this place.”

“Mr. Hans, I don’t want any trouble. But if you continue to be stubborn, I’m pretty sure I’ll end up wrecking your Golden Balcony,” Dustin warned coldly.

At first, Pablo looked surprised. Then he burst out laughing as if he’d just heard the funniest joke in the world.

“Oh, my God! Is this kid insane? Is he challenging Mr. Hans?”

“He’s got guts for a rookie!”

A few guests left their gambling session, interested in what was happening. “Ignorant fool!” Cody sneered at Dustin. Harper crossed her arms with a wry smile playing across her lips.

“Kid, do you know what you’re talking about?” Pablo’s expression turned icy cold after his laughter. “Do you think I wouldn’t dare to shoot you now?” He pulled his gun out of its holster and aimed it at Dustin’s temple.

Dustin didn’t flinch and calmly said, ” Mr. Hans, your gun is still on safety.”

“You…” Pablo’s eye twitched.

He was about to take aim when a sultry, seductive voice filled the room. “Mr. Hans, why are you so angry? And why did you bring out your gun?”

A woman in a shimmering silver mini skirt and crystal high heels sashayed into the room.

Her fiery red lips were dazzling, and her figure was striking. Her chestnut brown wavy hair spilled over her shoulders.

She walked elegantly in long black stockings that would make a man’s heart skip a beat. She was carrying a delicate designer handbag in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

Her lips were curled into a seductive smile, radiating a charming and alluring aura.

“Lana Camron?” Harper frowned as soon as she saw her. It seemed like an odd coincidence to meet this bothersome woman here.