Chapter 752 by Marina Vittori

In one of the studies in the Harmon estate, Natasha wrinkled her eyebrows in confusion. “Dad, are you really going to make Kate marry Tyler?”

Not too long ago, she suddenly heard the news that there would be a union between the Harmon family and the Grant family again..

And this time, the bride and groom of this marriage were Kate and Tyler.

“Although the Dark Lord is dead, the Grant family is still a huge thorn in our side. This time, they brought up marriage again and even selected Kate. I really couldn’t reject.” Hector shook his head.

“What did Uncle Trent say? Is he going to let his daughter jump into the fire pit?” Nathasha pressed further.

“That’s exactly the problem.” Hector let out a sigh.

“Your Uncle Trent and cousin readily agreed to the marriage. They also have the support of the family elders. I was not able to intervene.”

“What? They agreed?” Natasha was a bit taken aback.

“Don’t they know that the Grants have ulterior motives? They’re after something else!”

“I’ve already explained the pros and cons to them too, but I still couldn’t change their minds. If I attempt to stop them, the situation will blow up even bigger,” Hector said helplessly.

When he initially heard about this, he naturally protested. However, it was all in vain.

Trent and Kate wouldn’t listen; they even insisted it was for the family’s benefit.

In the end, the argument ended on a sour note.

“Hmph, Kate is such a gold-digger!” Natasha snorted.

“Does she think she’ll rise to the top and become the general’s lady once she marries Tyler? She’s far too naive!”

“Forget it. The final decision has been made; it would do no one any good to speak more about it. Let’s just begin preparations early.” Hector shook his head.

“I just wish that the two of them won’t become the Grant family’s pawn,” Natasha said, deep in thought.

For Tyler to swallow his pride and ask for marriage once again, it was clear that he wanted something.

It was better to have a real enemy than a fake ally. There would be trouble if they let the Grant family’s influence seep into the Harmon family.

“Natasha, something bad has happened!” Ruth suddenly threw the door open and burst in.

“I just heard that Dustin has been arrested!”

“Arrested? What happened?” Natasha was stunned.

“Apparently, he ki lled a man named Hank Hoffman, and the Nicholsons reported him,” Ruth said,

gasping for breath.

“The Nicholsons reported him?” Natasha frowned. “What is Dahlia doing? She can’t even protect a man!”

“Ruth, do you know where he’s locked up?” Hector asked.

“In Azkaban,” Ruth said truthfully.

“What? Azkaban?!” When Natasha heard this, color drained from her face.

Azkaban was where they locked up the most wicked felons. Not a single person who entered could walk out of there alive.

Just the name of the place was horrifying.

Hector quickly realized something was amiss. “That’s odd. Why did he get sent to Azkaban over the murder of an ordinary person? Could it be that someone planned this from the shadows?”

Even if someone committed a crime, there should have been an interrogation, a plea, and other procedures. Sending someone directly to Azkaban was obviously fishy.

“Azkaban is not a place for humans. I have to save him right away!” Natasha said, pacing back and forth anxiously.

“No one leaves Azkaban. There hasn’t been an exception to the rule over the past few decades. It would be challenging to rescue him. Hector wrinkled his eyebrows.

The mastermind behind this must be extremely influential to have been able to send Dustin to Azkaban so easily.

“I have to try no matter what!” Natasha clenched her jaw. She seemed to have decided something and immediately walked out the front door.

“Natasha, where are you going?” Hector shouted.

“I’m going to ask Grandfather for help!”

In the warden’s office in Azkaban, a middle-aged man with a potbelly was puffing on a cigar while reading the newspaper.

He propped both his legs up on the desk. He seemed leisurely and carefree.

This man was none other than the warden of Azkaban-Caius Roswell!

“Knock, knock…”

A prison officer knocked on the door before entering. He said, “Mr. Roswell, Lord Xenos’ adjutant, is here. He says he wants to see you.”