Chapter 227 by Marina Vittori

Divine– level martial artists, on the other hand, could manifest their energy externally and use it to harm or even murder others without anyone realizing it. Low–level martial artists weren’t even in the same league as them. Even in Millsburg, where powerful martial artists converged, divine–level martial artists were existences to fear. It was no wonder Joshua had won the Grant family’s favor–how could he not when he possessed such talent and potential? Which family wouldn’t want to have something to do with him?

“Dad, are divine– level martial artists truly that powerful? How will Joshua fare against Dustin?” Tina asked curiously.

*Joshua can destroy that brat with a snap of his fingers!” Edwin said proudly. “That’s great! Joshua, you have to teach him a good lesson on my behalf!” Tina said excitedly.

“There’s no hurry to deal with Dustin–he’s a weakling that can be slaughtered at any time. What’s more important now is that we have to give Joshua and Jade a proper welcome.”

“You’re right. Let’s head home.”

At this moment, at Peaceful Medical Center. Dustin received a call from Ruth. “Dustin, something’s happened at Harmon Pharmaceuticals. You’ve gotta get over here right now.”

“Something’s happened? What is it?” Dustin asked curiously.

“A bunch of people suddenly showed up and demanded that we partner with them for the production of Immortunol,”

“Is that so? Where’s your sister? I’ll leave the decision up to her.”

“She went to Millsburg last night and won’t be back so soon. In any case, she was the one who told me to call you, saying that you had the last say.”

“Alright, then. I’ll be right there.” Dustin hung up and drove to Harmon Pharmaceuticals. When he arrived. twenty minutes later and strode into the conference room, he saw some people already seated inside. Jessica, Quentin, Ruth, and Mr. Wangley sat on the left, while a distinguished man was on the right.

“Dustin, you’re finally here. Have a seat, quick.” Ruth stood up and gestured for him to sit. The others looked at. him coolly.

“What’s going on here?” Dustin glanced around curiously.

“I have a question for you,” Jessica said. “I heard Natasha gave you 50 percent of the shares for Immortunol. Is that true?”

“Yeah,” Dustin nodded.

“Glad to hear that. Now, hand the shares over,” she said coolly.

“What? Why?” Dustin was taken aback.

“Because you don’t deserve them.” Jessica didn’t mince her words. ‘The Harmon family handles everything from the production, sales, and marketing for Immortunol. You don’t contribute anything to this process–why should you deserve 50 percent of the profits? Don’t you think you’re being a little too greedy?”

“Mrs. Harmon, there must be a misunderstanding somewhere. Ms. Harmon was the one who decided that the shares-”

Jessica cut him off with a wave of her hand. “That’s enough! I don’t want to hear it. Hand the shares over if you know what’s good for you; at least you’ll be able to walk out of this unscathed.”

“Does Ms. Harmon know about this?” Dustin narrowed his eyes slightly. He knew what was going on now- they’d obviously tricked him here to snatch the ownership of the shares away from him.

“It doesn’t matter whether she knows. This has to do with our family’s interests; her word isn’t the only one that matters. Rest assured that we’ll compensate you handsomely for this. We’re willing to pay you 50 million dollars if you hand over the shares.” Jessica looked like she was talking about something inconsequential.

“Hey, just hand them over when we tell you to and stop fucking around!” Quentin said impatiently.

“What if I refuse?” Dustin’s expression became icy.

“Then you won’t leave this room today!” Quentin slammed a hand on the table. The next second, a group of security guards barged into the room, circling Dustin with menacing looks.