"You don't dare to offend her, but you're fine offending my daughter?" Florence demanded.
The security guards looked at each other, not daring to speak.

Economy now is very bad.

"Mrs. Nicholson, she's Natasha Harmon. We don't dare to offend her!" The head of security lamented. None of them dared to lay a finger on Natasha.

"What's wrong? What do we pay you for? Why did you just let them go?" Florence yelled when she realized what was happening.

"After you, Mr. Rhys."
Seeing that no one else dared to move, Natasha smiled and held out a hand to lead Dustin to the car. Without a word, Dustin picked up the pieces of his necklace and left with Natasha. No one dared to stop him.

"Mr. Rhys, please wait in the car. I'll deal with this."
Natasha snapped her fingers. Behind her, her four bodyguards whipped out their sticks and advanced toward the crowd. Even though there were just four of them, their threatening auras was enough to make the security guards back off. After all, they knew that the Harmon family only hired trained bodyguards.

"Ah, it's you." Dustin nodded.
He had heard of Natasha before, but he hadn't expected her to be involved with Hunter.

"Oh, my God! Why is she here?"
They were all shocked. Natasha Harmon was a household name around the city. She was pretty, influential, and smart. At 22 years old, she had already gained control of the Harmon Group and built her own business empire within five years.

At this, the security guards began whispering amongst themselves.
"Natasha Harmon? Is she the heiress of the Harmon family?"

"Nice to meet you, my name is Natasha Harmon. Mr. Anderson sent me here," the woman said with a smile.

"Who are you?"
Dustin narrowed his eyes at her, his anger dissipating.

"Mr. Rhys, are you okay?"
The woman ignored the looks she was getting and headed straight toward Dustin.

The security guards stared at her, frozen. She was one of the most attractive women they had ever seen.

"What do you think you're doing?"
A curvaceous woman in a silver dress barged into the crowd with her bodyguards. With her lips painted a fiery red, she was stunningly beautiful. Every move she made was alluring. "She's gorgeous!"

This was their chance to flatter to the president's mother. If they did well now, then they might get a promotion and a raise.
"What are you waiting for? Catch him!"
Just as they were about to act, a voice sounded.

"How dare you cause trouble in front of the Quine Group? Have you lost your mind?" Tom waved his hand. All the security guards surrounded Dustin.

"Tom! Catch him at once! I want him to pay for hurting my son!" Florence yelled.

Soon, the Quine Group's security guards gathered around them.
"What happened, Mrs. Nicholson?" The head of the security guards recognized Florence and stood at her side immediately.

When she finally got her wits back, Florence began screaming, "Help! Help! He's murdering my son!"

"Get off!"
Those two words were enough to scare Florence motionless. She had never thought that Dustin could be so scary when he was angry. He had always been so mild-tempered around them. He now looked like he could crush her like to crush an ant.

"Get off!" Dustin turned and glared at her. The glare was so intense that Florence froze in her tracks.

James' face soon turned swollen.
"How dare you hit my son!" Florence screamed as she tried to help her son.

"Since your mother can't be bothered to teach you manners, then let me do the honors!" Dustin grabbed him by the hair and lifted him.
Then, he punched him several times.

Dustin clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles popped. His eyes were red with anger.
"How dare you!" Unable to hold in his anger anymore, Dustin punched James in the face.
James was slapped so hard that the spun back uncontrollably before falling to the ground. He was so dizzy that he couldn't stand up.

"How dare you lay your hands on me! I'd rather break it than give it back to you!" James said as he rubbed his sore wrist.

Seeing that he had no chance of freeing himself from Dustin, James threw the necklace onto the ground. With a crisp clink, the crystal necklace broke into several pieces. Dustin blanched. This was the only thing he had to remember his mother by.

"Give it back," Dustin repeated dangerously. "I'd rather throw it away than give it back to you!"

"Ouch! That hurts! Let me go!" James felt great pain in his wrist.

"Stop there!" Dustin grabbed James'wrist. "Give me back the necklace!"

"A family heirloom? Does this mean that this is valuable?" James'eyes lit up.

"This is the Rhys family heirloom. Give it back!" Dustin said, his expression darkened.
He wouldn't take any money, but he would not leave his mother's keepsake.

"Isn't this my sister's necklace? Why is it with you? Did you steal it?" James demanded.

"Did he really not take any of the money?" James said, displeased.
Suddenly, he spied the crystal necklace around Dustin's neck and pulled it off roughly.

Florence spat on the ground in disgust. "Who are you calling Mom? Watch your mouth. Who do you think you are?" As she spoke, she continued searching through Dustin's pockets. After some time, they didn't find what they wanted from his pockets.

"Mom, do you have to do this?" Dustin frowned.
He hadn't expected to be accosted by the Nicholson family so soon after the divorce. They were really merciless.

"Mom, he's too dense for this. Let's just search his pockets!" James said impatiently. He dove straight into Dustin's pockets. Florence followed suit.

"What now? Are you threatening us? Listen here. No matter how much you beg, l'm not letting you leave with a single cent of ours!" Florence snarled.

"You can call Dahlia and ask her if you don't believe me." Dustin did not wish to explain himself any further.

"Rhys, you'd better be tactful and give us the money. Don't make me angry!" Florence warned.

"Don't waste time! Who would pass on eight million dollars? Do you take us as idioxts?"James did not believe him.

"I didn't take any money from her," Dustin denied.

"That's right! That's my daughter's money. You have no right to take it! Give it back!" Florence stretched out her hand in demand.

"Stop feigning ignorance! I know that my sister gave you eight million dollars as alimony!" James said coldly.

"Money? What money?" Dustin was flabbergasted.

"Listen here, Rhys. I don't care whether you divorce my sister or not, but you're giving me all the money you got from her."

"That's enough, Mom, stop wasting time with him." Suddenly, James stepped forward.

"Too far? So what if I am? Am I not speaking the truth?" Florence crossed her arms.

If he hadn't helped the Nicholson family three years ago, they wouldn't be where they were today.

"Mom, don't you think you're going too far?"
Dustin frowned.

"Who knows what you've done behind us?"
Florence snorted again. "My daughter was right to divorce you! Look at yourself. She's clearly out of your league!"