An Understated Dominance

“Hit them!” Dustin said it crisply and without hesitation. Natasha instantly understood, her eyes sharpening as she slammed her foot on the accelerator. The red sports car shot forward like一arrow, ramming straight toward Shuo Spanner and his men. Shuo Spanner jumped aside in shock, barely rolling out of the way. Two thugs who reacted slower were knocked flying. Natasha shifted into reverse, floored the pedal again, and blasted through the crowd. With another violent impact, the rear of the car smashed into the vehicle blocking the road. The massive collision jolted the blocking van sideways, forcibly opening a narrow escape route. One opening—one chance. Natasha didn’t hesitate for half a second. She yanked the steering wheel, spun the car in a clean drifting arc, and  burst out of the encirclement , speeding toward the distance. “Damn it! After them! Don’t let them get away!!” Shuo Spanner scrambled up from the ground, covered in dust, screaming hysterically. His older brother,...

“President Nicholson is back?” Natasha lifted her head, her smile still bright. “We just about finished too. This place really does taste great. Thanks to President Nicholson for recommending it.” Her words clearly placed her and Dustin on one side, while Dahlia became the “outsider” who treated them to dinner. Dahlia forced a light smile. “As long as you enjoyed it.” She looked at Dustin. The last tiny wish to speak with him alone was completely extinguished under Natasha’s defensive gaze and Dustin’s calm, unreadable eyes. “I still have a meeting this afternoon. I won’t stay.” Dahlia picked up her bag and stood up. “I’ve already paid the bill.” “Aiya, how could we let President Nicholson spend money on us?” Natasha said polite words, but her face showed no embarrassment at all. “It’s just a meal. No need to be polite.” Dahlia looked at Dustin, her eyes complex. In the end, her thoughts condensed into a simple sentence. “Dustin, take care.” Dustin nodded lightly, still calm. “...

 “President Nicholson, don’t just sit there watching. The pork aorta is really fresh today—hurry and try some.” Natasha finally seemed to notice Dahlia’s silence. She greeted her enthusiastically, though her smile carried an unmistakable hint of triumphant flaunting. “Thank you.” Dahlia lifted her eyes and forced a faint smile. She picked up a slice of aorta, but her throat tightened; she could barely swallow. She tried to find a topic—something to ease the suffocating awkwardness… and also an excuse to ask about Dustin. “Dustin, I heard you were away for quite a long time recently. Were you dealing with something important?” Before Dustin could speak, Natasha spoke first again, her tone filled with pride—as if declaring her complete grasp over Dustin’s whereabouts. “That’s right! My Dustin is amazing. He went to take care of something  very  important, and he even ended up saving the royal family! Isn’t that so, hubby?” As she spoke, she placed a beef ball into Dustin’s ...

Although the surrounding discussions were deliberately kept low, with Dustin’s hearing, he could still catch some of them. He remained indifferent, not paying them any mind. Natasha, however, seemed to enjoy the attention. Especially when she sensed the admiring gazes from the female customers around them, she looked even more pleased, occasionally leaning over to affectionately pick food or pour drinks for Dustin. Dahlia, on the other hand, maintained her usual cold composure. She acted as though she heard none of the chatter around her, merely lifting her eyes now and then to glance at the harmonious pair across from her. Each time, her gaze dimmed slightly. Just then, a young waiter approached, carrying a pot of boiling hotpot broth. Perhaps he had been stunned by the breathtaking beauty of Natasha and Dahlia, causing him to lose focus. His foot suddenly caught on something. “Ah!” The waiter exclaimed as he lost his balance. The scalding pot lurched in his hands, about to fly out of...

“President Nicholson, what a coincidence.” Natasha’s tone was calm, faintly distant, carrying a subtle edge. “But staring at my husband like that… doesn’t seem very appropriate, does it?” “Husband?” Dahlia returned to her senses, suppressing the ripple in her heart, her expression settling back into the cool composure she was famous for. Her lips curved in a faint smile, tinged with a nearly imperceptible hint of skepticism. “President Harmon, if I remember correctly… you’re not married yet, are you? So where did this ‘husband’ come from?” Natasha had already predicted she would ask, and immediately tightened her hold on Dustin’s arm, leaning against him with intimate closeness. Tilting her pretty face upward, she said crisply and openly, “This is my husband! We’re going to get our marriage certificate tomorrow!” Her words fell like a stone into still water, sending ripples across Dahlia’s heart. Dahlia’s smile stiffened ever so slightly. Her gaze shifted once again to Dustin, becoming...

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 sta...

 At the entrance of Chenfei tower, inside a luxurious sedan— The driver watched Shuo Spanner stumble out, clutching his twisted wrist, face pale and contorted in pain. Startled, he quickly got out of the car. “Young Master! What happened to you?” “Damn it, what do you think?! Shut up! Get me to the hospital! Now! It hurts like hell!” Shuo Spanner shouted, kicking the driver before crawling into the back seat. The driver didn’t dare say more and immediately started the engine, speeding toward the nearest hospital. Inside the car, Shuo Spanner’s face twisted from agony as he stared at his deformed wrist. Hatred boiled in his chest like venom trying to rip its way out. He grabbed his phone, using the fingers that could still move to shakily dial a number. The call connected. A deep but slightly annoyed male voice came through: “Shuo? What is it? I’m in a meeting.” “Big Brother! Someone beat me! My… my wrist is broken!” Shuo Spanner cried, filled with humiliation and rage. “What?!” The...