We will always try to update and open chapters as soon as possible every day. Thank you very much, readers, for always following the website!

An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori (official version)

Chatper 1758
  • Background
    Font family
    Font size
    Line hieght
    Full frame
    No line breaks
  • Next Chapter

The room echoed with a thunderous crash as Dustin forcefully drove Russo’s head beneath the shattered remnants

of the glass table. Blood adorned Russo’s face, and his cries of pain reverberated through the room.

A wave of surprise seized everyone. They were taken aback by the audacious assault on Russo. They tried to

process the events. They wondered if Dustin possessed a death wish by taking on Russo.

Russo, a scion of the great family with immense influence, commanded utmost respect. Even a slight disrespect

risked catastrophic consequences. They thought that this kid was undoubtedly audacious.

Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt

“I’ll ask again, where is Lisa?” Dustin demanded.

His grip on Russo was unwavering. An ominous air enveloped him. Russo’s face was adorned with glass shards. He

winced in pain, rendering his ordinary features even more grotesque.

“Damn it! How dare you touch me? Do you know who I am? Do you know who my dad is?” he bellowed.

His voice was strained and furious.

“Bastard! I warn you. Let go, or I’ll kill your whole family!”

“Kill my family?”

Dustin snorted and delivered a stinging slap to Russo’s face.

The impact rattled Russo, embedding glass fragments into his flesh and intensifying the flow of blood. The

excruciating pain prompted Russo to scream involuntarily.

“What are you all waiting for? Slaughter this kid for me!” Russo shouted at his bodyguards.

“You dare lay a hand on Mr. Vern? You’re asking for death!”

The bodyguards were now alert. They swiftly drew their guns and aimed at Dustin. Dustin grabbed Russo’s hair and

lifted him as a shield from the barrels pointed at him.

“Don’t-don’t shoot! Be careful. He’s holding me hostage!”

Russo quivered in fear at the sight of the black muzzles. He screamed to avoid being mistakenly shot. The

Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm

bodyguards exchanged glances. Ultimately, they abandoned their firearms for batons and advanced aggressively.

Although they were trained elites, the bodyguards’ attacks seemed like child’s play to Dustin. With a casual wave of

his hand, a series of resounding slaps echoed. The bodyguards crumpled to the ground, blood streaming from their

noses and mouths.

“Damn!”

The crowd was shocked by Dustin’s unexpected prowess. Who would have thought he could effortlessly deal with

Russo’s close protectors? They thought that Dustin was an elite.

“You! Who the hell are you?” Russo shouted, his voice filled with rage.