- Novel-Eng
- Romance
- CEO & Rich
- Billionaire
- Marriage & Family
- Love
- Sweet Love
- Revenge
- Werewolf
- Family
- Marriage
- Drama
- Alpha
- Action
- Adult
- Adventure
- Comedy
- Drama
- Ecchi
- Fantasy
- Gender Bender
- Harem
- Historical
- Horror
- Josei
- Game
- Martial Arts
- Mature
- Mecha
- Mystery
- Psychological
- Romance
- School Life
- Sci-fi
- Seinen
- Shoujo
- Shounen Ai
- Shounen
- Slice of Life
- Smut
- Sports
- Supernatural
- Tragedy
- Wuxia
- Xianxia
- Xuanhuan
- Yaoi
- Military
- Two-dimensional
- Urban Life
- Yuri
Chapter 883
As he got closer, Dylan whipped around and threw a heavy punch at Cornelius.
Just as his punch was about to make contact, Cornelius raised his hand and caught his fist.
A large bang sounded from the impact.
The divine aura that Dylan wrapped around his punch broke on the spot. It was so fragile as if it was
made of paper.
“What?” Dylan was shocked. He hadn’t expected Cornelius to grab his aura–wrapped punch so easily.
“Is this all you’ve got?” Cornelius looked at him in contempt. With a slight twist, a cracking sound was
heard, and Dylan’s wrist was broken.
“Ahh-!” His painful shriek was cut short by a kick from Cornelius.
Dylan was sent flying across the room and slammed onto the wall. He bled from both his nose. and
mouth.
The Harmons looked at the scene in shock.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDylan’s martial skills were acknowledged to be the best out of them all. He even surpassed the leader
of the shadow guards.
No one in the Harmon household could match him.
Seeing such an expert being defeated by such a skinny old man was shocking!
All it took was just a single move! Dylan was completely defenseless against him!
“Where did that bastard Dustin hire such an expert?” Trent frowned; his expression darkened with each
passing moment.
He thought he could get the recipe for Immortunol while he forced Hector off his position as head of the
family.
Who would have thought such an expert would appear and ruin all his plans?
“Dylan! Are you alright?” Jacob’s face fell as he rushed to help Dylan up.
“Dad! The old geezer’s something else! He isn’t an ordinary grandmaster!”
Dylan clenched his jaws as he looked dreadful. He knew their powers were on different levels. He was
no match for his opponent.
“I can tell. Dustin’s probably spent a lot to hire such an expert.” Jacob nodded.
Someone was always better out there, and they had underestimated their opponent. None of
them had expected such an outcome.
“Is there anyone else who wishes to challenge me?” Cornelius scanned the crowd.
The Harmons looked at each other awkwardly and remained silent. Who would dare to step out when
even Dylan had been defeated?
“Well, if no one has anything to say, we’ll leave now.”
Dustin took Natasha’s hand and walked out boldly. Ruth followed after them and helped Hector along.
Now that both parties were at opposite ends, things would only get ugly if they stayed any longer.
“We’re not done yet, Dustin! Mark my words; I’ll make you regret your actions!” Kate could not hold it in
when she saw them about to leave.
She was just one step away from success, but Dustin ruined everything! She was livid!
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Is that so?” Dustin stopped in his tracks and turned around.
“We don’t know yet who will regret their actions! Forcing Mr. Harmon away from his position. as head of
the family will be the greatest mistake of your life.
“You bastards will ruin the entire Harmon family!”
“Nonsense! The Harmon family will reach greater heights without Hector!” Kate shouted.
“How ignorant.” Dustin chuckled.
“Do you think you’ll succeed once you marry into the Grant family? You lot are nothing more than tools
in Tyler’s eyes! It’ll be game over for you once he no longer has use of you!”
“Hah! I say you’re just jealous!” Kate looked at him disdainfully.
“Once I marry Tyler and become his wife, I’ll make all of you bow before me!”
“We’ll wait and see then.”
Dustin couldn’t be bothered to waste any more time on her. Taking Natasha’s hand in his, they left
without another word.
As they left, those who stayed back heard him say, “They’re playing with fire and digging their graves.
Poor things. They don’t even know that death’s already knocking on their doors.”