After buying men’s clothing, Natasha was still unsatisfied and dragged Dustin into the Chanel boutique next door to pick out a few new handbags for herself.
While she was focused on choosing, a flashy young rich second-generation wearing a gaudy shirt and a gold chain brightened up and came over.
“Beautiful lady, excellent taste! This is a newly arrived limited edition—it suits you perfectly!” the rich kid said with a squinty smile.
His greedy gaze swept over Natasha, completely ignoring Dustin standing beside her.
Natasha didn’t even bother lifting her eyelids and continued looking at the bag in her hand.
The rich kid refused to give up, smiling as if he thought he was charming.
“Beauty, let’s make friends. Whatever you fancy today, just pick—I’ll pay!”
As he spoke, he glanced proudly at Dustin, showing off his wealth.
Natasha frowned impatiently and said coldly, “Get lost.”
The smile on the rich kid’s face froze. In this area, he was considered someone with status, and no woman had ever given him such a slap in the face.
His expression darkened as his tone turned threatening.
“Beauty, no need for such a temper. Do you know who I am? You dare talk to me like that?”
At this moment, Dustin stepped forward, shielding Natasha behind him. He looked at the rich kid with a half-smiling expression and asked with interest,
“Oh? And who are you? Go on, enlighten me.”
Seeing Dustin respond made the rich kid even more arrogant. He lifted his chin and looked down at Dustin with his nostrils.
“Hmph! Listen up! My dad is the chairman of Hongyuan Real Estate! Boy, if you know what’s good for you, get out of my sight immediately! Otherwise, with one word from me, you’ll disappear from this world!”
Hongyuan Real Estate?
Dustin and Natasha looked at each other and both saw a hint of helplessness in the other’s eyes.
These spoiled rich brats really were everywhere.
Like flies—no matter how many you swat, they keep coming back.
“What’s going on?”
A cold, melodious female voice suddenly came from the store entrance.
Everyone turned to look.
A woman entered.
She wore a light-lavender dress, her appearance stunning, her temperament cold and elegant. In terms of beauty, she was in no way inferior to Natasha—just a very different style: one fiery and passionate, the other cold and ethereal.
When the rich kid saw the woman, all his arrogance vanished instantly. His face filled with a flattering smile as he hurried toward her:
“Sister Dahlia! What brings you here? It’s nothing, just ran into someone without eyes…”
Meanwhile, Natasha, still half-shielded behind Dustin, frowned slightly and muttered under her breath:
“Great… what a small world.”
Dustin looked at the cold-tempered woman called “sister Dahlia”, his gaze shifting slightly—clearly surprised as well.
This world… truly was small.
After the brief surprise, Dustin’s emotions quickly returned to calm.
To be honest, for this former wife with whom he had once shared a marriage, his heart felt no waves at all.
The grudges and emotions of the past had long faded like mist scattered by the wind, washed away by the years until they were meaningless.
To him now, Dahlia was no different from any stranger passing by in the mall.
“Why is it him?”
When Dahlia’s gaze passed the rich kid and accidentally landed on Dustin, she froze.
Among the sea of people, after long losing contact, they happened to meet again here in a luxury boutique.
Even for someone known for calm rationality, a ripple of fate stirred in her heart.
She had to admit—it felt like destiny.
Her expression instantly became extremely complicated: shock, daze, and a faint emotion she didn’t dare probe too deeply.
Looking at Dustin’s still handsome yet more mature and serene face, memories surged uncontrollably.
That failed marriage, her decisive departure back then… a deep wave of guilt washed through her chest.
She wanted to step forward and apologize.
But when the words reached her lips, she couldn’t speak.
She was now one of the rising power holders of the royal Montgomery family, someone countless people admired.
Status, identity, reputation—these invisible chains restrained her impulse.
Especially when she noticed the radiant and dazzling Natasha standing beside Dustin.
A sourness she couldn’t describe spread quietly through her heart.
“Still not giving up, huh?”
Natasha narrowed her eyes.
As a woman, especially one deeply in love with Dustin, she was extremely alert toward any woman whose gaze lingered on him for more than three seconds.
Even more so when that woman was his ex-wife—and someone she had a personal grudge with.
Seeing Dahlia staring at Dustin with such a complicated expression, Natasha’s internal alarms blared instantly.
Without hesitation, she stepped forward two steps and subtly blocked half of Dustin’s body—
A silent declaration of sovereignty. - Marinien
Comments
From a distant, a woman shouting "you again? YOU AGAIN?"
Dahlia replied "Mom, stop it"
It was bound to happen as it's a very slow never ending story.
Don't know in how many decades did these girls would come to know about Dustin's real identity.
Now waiting to hear about the village girl and the book Dustin's uncle left behind when he died protecting Dustin