“How did it go?” Delia’s sisters asked her the second she got home.

“Dustin doesn’t know what’s good for him! He outright refused to tell me how to treat Eli!” Delia said angrily.

“Is this Dustin’s way of seeking revenge against the Wyatt family? What a joke! He’d rather give up his life than make a deal with us?” Elisa snickered.

“Then, he can go to hell,” Amara said nonchalantly.

“By this time, Alvin should be on the way to the Langley family villa with his men. There are many people still in this world who can put Dustin in his place!”

…

In the dark of night, a motorcade was driving along the road.

One of Alvin’s hands was bandaged, while the other hung in a sling before his chest. He sat in the backseat of the car in the lead with a grim face.

He was the eldest son of the Williams family of Honora. He had graduated from one of Lovellia’s top medical schools and further studied medicine under a famous physician.

He had come to Rivenesco with his teacher and hoped t