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- Yuri
Chapter 481
Dustin was in a dilemma. “Dahlia, you know I’m only average at martial arts. I’ve never been a Chief Security
Officer before. Don’t you think I’m not suited for that post?” He was good at fighting and treating illnesses, but he
had no experience holding an executive position in a company. It just didn’t feel right.
“You just need to be good at fighting.” Dahlia smiled at him. “You don’t need to do anything. You just need to
oversee safety matters and, at the same time, protect me from harm.”
“Dustin didn’t know what to say.
“Hmph! If you don’t want to do it, fine.” She pulled a long face. “I’ll just die a quick death if someone wants to harm
me. It’s no big deal.”
“Come on, it’s not that serious.” His eyes twitched.
Dahlia responded, “You’re right, it’s not that serious. Nicholson Corp. has tens of billions in assets. Of course, I don’t
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtneed any protection as the newly appointed chairman. It’s not like anyone is after their shares. Please. just
remember to collect my body when I’m assassinated.”
“Stop speaking like that. Alright, I’ll do it, okay?” He smiled bitterly. This woman had started learning some tricks.
“Don’t force yourself. I don’t want you to regret your decision.” Dahlia said.
Dustin shook his head continuously I’m not forcing myself. And I won’t regret it.”
“Alright! You’re the one who said it; I didn’t force you.” She immediately flashed a beautiful smile.
He was helpless. “I feel like I’ve fallen into your trap.”
“You should be grateful. There are people waiting for the opportunity to be trapped.” She looked up at him proudly.
“Not to mention, I’ll treat you well. I didn’t prepare any gifts today, so I’ll give you a small reward first.” She stood
up on her tiptoes and swiftly landed a peck on his cheek.
As she drew back, a waft of a light fragrance followed. Dustin froze and looked at her funny. “Dahlia, you seem to
have turned into a delinquent.”
“Don’t guys like delinquent girls?” Dahlia retorted wittily. However, her face turned bright red. In the end, she
wasn’t able to act freely without restraint like Natasha could.
Dustin was thinking of a response when his phone suddenly rang. It was a call from Patrick.
“Hello, Dustin? Sorry for bothering you.”
“It’s okay. Is there anything I can help you with, Patrick?” Dustin’s tone was pleasant.
“Well, the thing is, even though my grandfather’s condition has stabilized, he’s been coughing nonstop these past
few days, and he doesn’t seem to be in good spirits either. I recalled that you mentioned he needs to take some
medicinal wine?”
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“Medicinal wine?” Dustin was confused for a moment before it hit him. “Oh, I’m sorry! I’ve been so busy these
past two days that I’ve forgotten about it. But no worries; I’ve had it brewed beforehand. I’ll get someone to
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmdeliver it to you immediately.”
“I see. Sorry for the trouble.” Patrick breathed a sigh of relief.
“It’s no trouble. It’s an oversight on my part.” Dustin felt embarrassed. Because of the Harmons‘ annual family
gathering, he’d forgotten about the Hill family.
After he hung up, he made a call to Edmund. “Hello, Mr. Robinson. Can you help me check if the medicinal wine I
left in the kitchen is still there?”
Very soon, Edmund responded, “It’s here. What should I do with it, Mr. Rhys?”
“I’m unable to leave at the moment. Could you please help me deliver the medicinal wine to Patrick Hill at the Hill
family residence?”
Edmund agreed immediately. “No problem. I’ll go right away!”
30 minutes later, a Mazda came to a slow stop in front of the gates of the Hill family residence. The car door
opened, and Edmund got off carefully while carrying the medicinal wine in his arms.
“Hey! What are you here for?” The guard by the gates yelled.
Edmund smiled apologetically. “Sir, I’m here to deliver wine to Sir Patrick Hill on Mr. Rhys‘ orders.” For an affluent
family like the Hills, even the guards thought that they were above others.
“Mr. Rhys? Which Rhys?” the guard questioned