Chapter 1382 by Marina Vittori

Ezra smirked as he watched Dustin leave the restaurant. “Did that sore loser really think he stood a chance with Eleanor? He thought too highly of himself!”

He pondered, his thoughts flowing naturally. “No matter how hard he tried to get closer to Eleanor, it only took a bit of my sweet words to win her back. That’s the difference between us.”

Eleanor gazed at Dustin’s retreating figure, her expression a mix of confusion and disappointment. She’d always believed Dustin liked her, which is why he’d gone to such great lengths to help her.

But his nonchalant exit without even a backward glance left her wondering.” Is he heartbroken or just playing hard to get?”

She mused, “Dustin, I thought you were a good person, so I wanted to bring you into my world and help you achieve great things. I never expected achieve great things. I never expected you to be so oblivious to what you’re missing.

“You’ve missed out on a once-in-a- lifetime opportunity for a beautiful life. It was your choice, and I gave you the chance, but you didn’t take it.”

She shook her head, her expression turning cold and aloof. “Well, so be it. You’re simply not meant to be in my world. No matter how hard you try to climb, you’ll never reach our heights.

“If it weren’t for my loyalty and fondness for the past, you wouldn’t even qualify as my friend.” In the dark of night, within the Welch residence’s underground secret room, a thin and battered man was tightly bound to a pillar.

His body was wrapped in bandages, concealing the grievous wounds he had endured. As the bandages were carefully removed, the once-gaping injuries on the man’s body had now scabbed over. Some had even completely healed, leaving behind only faint traces. Alistair watched in delight. “Haha! Dew Balm is truly miraculous!”

He exclaimed, “We’ve hit the jackpot!” Since obtaining the formula for Dew Balm, the Welch family had secretly recruited individuals to serve as test subjects for their experiments.

Then, in the early hours of that day, they successfully made their first batch of Dew Balm and wasted no time in putting it to the test.

The results were nothing short of astonishing. In just hours, wounds inflicted by blades were healing at an incredible pace. Joanne reported with a smile, “Dew Balm appears to have no significant. side effects. We can start the production.

“Moreover, there’s no comparable healing salve on the market. Dew Balm will allow the Welch family to carve out a new empire.”

“Excellent!” Alistair laughed. “Joanne, you were amazing! Extracting this miraculous formula for a single Dragon Panax plant is brilliant!” Joanne’s expression turned serious. ” Don’t celebrate too soon; there are potential risks.”

“Risks? What do you mean?” He looked puzzled.

“Don’t forget, we’re not the only ones with the formula for Dew Balm; Dustin also has it,” she explained, narrowing her eyes.

“If Dustin decides to sell the formula to others, we won’t have the exclusive rights.”

“Yes, you’re right,” Alistair said, his brows furrowing slightly. The Welch family wasn’t renowned for their medical expertise. If they didn’t monopolize the Dew Balm, their gains. could slip through their fingers.

“Alistair, we need to address this issue at once. The Dew Balm formula must remain exclusively ours,” Joanne asserted. He questioned, “What’s your plan?”

“It’s simple-kill Dustin.”