Another Idiot with dumb brain

Chapter-78

Looking at Natasha's closed eyes and puckered lips, she exuded a seductive aura that left Dustin stunned.

"What's wrong with your mouth? Does it hurt or something?" Dustin was oblivious.

"What are you on about? I'm letting you kiss me." Natasha explained with frustration.

"Huh?" Dustin's eyes twitched in disbelief as he gasped audibly.

"This can't be a good thing, can it?" He thought to himself.

"Fine, if you don't want it so badly, then this will be the last time you'll ever get it," Natasha teased playfully.

"You idiot! If you don't grab this opportunity now, when would you ever get another chance like this!" The one- eyed old man peeping from the second floor hollered. He sighed deeply, shaking his head in disbelief at Dustin.

"You'd better shut it!" Dustin turned around and shouted back, his eyes shooting daggers.

However, when he turned his head back again, his attention was drawn to Natasha's flawless complexion and cherry–red lips, making him suddenly realize what he might be missing out on.

"Anyways, I'm done teasing you. Let's get down to business," Natasha interrupted his line of thought and continued. "Recently, Edwin headhunted the bulk of the main workforce behind Harmon Pharmaceuticals, so now we're currently looking for leaders to reorganize the team. Given your exceptional medical skills, how about working for me as an honorary chief physician?"

"I don't think I'm a good fit for the job," Dustin grumbled. He was great when it came to healing and saving lives, but leadership was not his strong suit, and he had absolutely zero experience in that aspect.

"To be honest, you don't need to do anything for the job. You just need to help me keep an eye on things once in a while. But if you ever decide that it's not for you, then you just need to hold on to that title until I find another good fit for the position." Sensing his skepticism, Natasha put on a pitiful look for him again. "If you don't help me out here, I'm afraid the only thing I can do at this point is to just sit and watch as Edwin obliterates Harmon Pharmaceuticals into dust."

Feeling defeated and unsure of how to refuse her, he finally relented. "Fine…I suppose I can try."

"I just knew that you'd help me! Let's go! Come to my place first, then I can walk you through your duties and responsibilities!" Natasha exclaimed, immediately all eyes and smiles. With that, she grabbed him and ushered him into her car.

Half an hour later over at Java Joys, Ruth sat at a table with her mother, Jessica. The two of them were busy entertaining a few guests. One of them was a well–dressed, handsome young man, while the other was an old man who had a lab coat on.

The young man spoke first, cutting straight to the point. "I won't mince words this time, Ms. Ballard. The reason I'm here today is that I'm Investigating the traitor. On a related note, I'm also here to assist my cousin in taking down Swinton's pharmaceutical market as soon as possible, mainly to pave the way for future developments in my family."

"Natasha can definitely rest well with you helping around, Quentin. But you know how bad that temper of hers can get. She doesn't like anyone meddling in her affairs, after all," Jessica replied with a small grin.

"I'm afraid there's nothing else I can do, not when this is the outcome of my family's deliberations. As long as my cousin does not do anything that conflicts with the family's interests, I will do the same for any of the decisions she makes," Quentin said as he sipped his tea.

"Hmph, the way I see it, you're obviously just here to spy on my sister!" Ruth, with a scowl on her face, muttered under her breath.

With her sister's engagement with Tyler Grant coming up, the heads of the family wanted to take every precaution to make sure nothing happened, which was why they sent a spy over to keep watch on her at all times.

"Oh, and another thing, are the rumors about Edwin Hummer poaching the bulk of the workforce of the company and stealing Eternumax's research documents true?" Quentin brought up the subject out of nowhere.

"Such rumors did surface, but I firmly believe that Natasha has the capacity to resolve everything well.". Jessica's expression was unwavering.

"Eternumax is the fruit of the Harmons' research for many years now, which could have been used as a trump card to dominate the pharmaceutical market in Swinton, but now that this incident has occurred, the guys over at HQ are furious, which is why they had to send an expert over." Quentin explained before stretching out a hand to introduce the white–haired old man sitting next to him.

"This man here is Mr. Wangley. His medical research skills are second to none. So, from now on, he will become the next chief physician for Harmon Pharmaceuticals."

But the moment Quentin finished his sentence, a cold voice suddenly boomed from outside the cafe.

"I've already found the right guy for the job, Quentin. So no need to bother Mr. Wangley or whatever his name is anymore!" Natasha exclaimed with Dustin, arm in arm, as the two of them stepped through the front doors boldly.

"What!" Quentin gasped with a frown. His expression darkened as he witnessed the lovey–dovey display between the two of them.

Before this, he'd caught wind of Natasha securing herself a boy toy, but he didn't expect the rumors to be true.

If the Grant family heard about this, then the marriage between the two families would obviously be greatly affected.

"Why'd you bring him here for, Natasha?" Jessica frowned as she probed.

Natasha replied calmly. "This is my turf, I can bring over whoever I like. Anyways, I've already found a good fit for the position of chief physician, and it's Mr. Dustin!"

"What?!" Everyone exclaimed in shock when she announced that.

"You've got to be kidding me, Natasha! Is he even qualified to serve as chief physician for the Harmons?" Jessica voiced her displeasure.

"Dustin's medical skills are top of the line, and he knows the ins and outs of medicine. I believe he won't face any problems while serving as chief!" Natasha assured Jessica.

"W–what kind of nonsense are you talking about?!" Jessica hollered, obviously agitated by her response.

Ruth interrupted and clamored to her feet to de–escalate the situation. "Calm down, there's no need to make a fuss. Let's just sit down and talk it out. Dustin, let me introduce you to everyone. This is my mom, I believe you've met her before. And this man here is my cousin, Quentin Harmon."

"A pleasure to meet the both of you," Dustin responded politely with a few nods, with no hint of being condescending at all.

"So you're the pretty boy who keeps clinging on to Natasha like a leech?" Quentin sneered after looking Dustin up and down. His gaze was full of disdain toward him. It was as if he was looking at ants crawling beneath his feet.

Quentin's holler–than–thou attitude caused Dustin to raise an eyebrow, but he quickly returned to his normal resting face.

"Didn't I ask a question? Why aren't you saying anything?" Quentin taunted and lifted his chin as if to Intimidate Dustin.

"I'm afraid I didn't quite catch that, Mr. Harmon," Dustin replied in the calmest manner he could muster.

"You sure you didn't catch that, or are you trying to play dumb with me right now?" Quentin egged him on before letting out a sharp sigh. "Fine, I'll reword my question then. Did you kill Tilda Snider?"

"I did, but-" Before Dustin could explain himself, he was interrupted by Quentin's booming voice, "Great! Since you've already admitted to the crime, that makes my job a whole lot easier now. I'll see to it that Tilda, one of the pillars in the Harmon household, doesn't die in vain!" he proclaimed.

Immediately after that, he brought out an urn and slammed it on the table. "Now, I want you to look at her ashes and bow your fucking head down as an apology to her!"

"What?" Dustin frowned in confusion. Quentin had shown his disdain before this, but now, it was obvious that he was planning to outright humiliate him in front of everyone.

"Do you have a few screws loose or something? Are you sure that the Tilda Snider you're referring to is the same one who betrayed the Harmons and also plotted to assassinate Ms. Harmon here? Are you saying that I should've spared her?" Dustin questioned.

"Who are you to decide if she gets killed or not! Even if she's a traitor, she still belongs to the Harmons. Her mess should be ours to clean up, not yours! Shouldn't you choose your targets properly before disposing of them? Who are you to meddle in the Harmons" family business anyways?!" Quentin barked out.

Dustin merely let out an exasperated chuckle after hearing his bullshit speech. Not only did he not receive any thanks for helping the Harmons dispose of their traitors, but now he was even about to get punished for it? What an eye–opening way to show one's gratitude!

"Enough talk. As long as you bow down to Tilda to make amends for my cousin's sake, I'll consider letting you off the hook," Quentin ordered in an overbearing manner.

After all, he was but a tiny ant to him, he could step on it as much as he wanted.

"What if I refuse?" Dustin shrugged indifferently.

"What if you refuse? Then I'll make sure to break your fucking legs!" Quentin sneered.

"I'd like to see you try," Dustin replied as he narrowed his eyes. He had a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Tsk! Now you're just asking for it!" Quentin exploded in rage and slammed his fists on the table and the sound of a teacup shattering beneath his feet could be heard.

"Quentin Harmon! If you dare so much as to touch even a single hair on Dustin, I'll be the one to break your legs instead!" Natasha screamed in fury as she marched toward them.