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An Understated Dominance By Marina Vittori Chapter 531


Chapter 531

There was an ear-splitting bang as the bullet embedded itself inches before Jacob’s foot, making the man jump back in fear.

“H-how could you pull the trigger on me?” Jacob cried, outraged. He never expected Natasha to be the type to do something like that to her elder. If the bullet’s trajectory had been slightly off the mark, he would’ve lost his foot!

“You better not mess around, Uncle Jacob.” Natasha threatened frostily.

“How dare you!” Trent roared. “Natasha Harmon, he is your uncle! You’d be disgracing our family if you had hurt him just now!”

“I don’t want to hurt anyone, so you better not force me to,” Natasha responded unrelentingly.

“Y-you bastard! Do you intend to betray your family for that boy?” Trent was furious.

The Harmon family had always lived by a rule-nothing mattered more than the family’s interests, which meant that they could sacrifice anyone if it meant saving their family. Therefore, Natasha’s contradictory actions were seen as a sign of disloyalty.

“All I care about right now is protecting Dustin.” Natasha stood her ground.

“How many bullets do you have, Natasha? Do you even have enough to kill all of us?” Kate taunted.

“You can try.” Natasha abruptly turned the gun toward Kate, making the latter pale and hide behind her father, worried that Natasha might actually do something outrageous and reckless

out of love.

“Are you out of your mind, Natasha? We are your family!” Jessica could no longer remain silent. She was worried her daughter might impulsively hurt someone, making her the family’s enemy.

When Natasha didn’t respond, Jessica turned to Dustin and snapped. “Dustin, are you going to drag my daughter into the mess you created?”

“Natasha, put the gun down.” Dustin reached out and pressed the gun downward to lower it, before turning to face the rest of the people. “I was the one who killed Layla, so the Grants will naturally look for me if they want revenge. Why are all of you so worked up?”

“Hmph! As if things are that simple. Who knows whether you’ll drag our family down with you?” Kate snorted.

“I’m not even close to your family, so why would I drag you down with me?” Dustin answered nonchalantly. “You guys being afraid of the Grants is none of my business, but if you’re trying to capture me to get in their good graces, I’m afraid that’s impossible.”

for Bustin, all of you would have died during the family gathering! It’s bad

enough that you aren’t helping him in times of need, but how could you guys add fuel to the fire instead?” Her words silenced the arrogant people.

“Forget about those righteous views of yours, Natasha. One must pay for their crimes. Dustin made a mistake, so he should be punished!” Kate sneered.

“She’s right. We don’t want to suffer just because of him!” The crowd echoed.

They couldn’t care less about Dustin’s previous contributions and were willing to sacrifice him if it meant placating the Grants.

“A-are you guys going against me?” Natasha demanded agitatedly.

“Enough with the nonsense. For the sake of our family, we must arrest him today!” Jacob incited. “Give the command, Trent!”

“Don’t hate me, Dustin. You have yourself to blame for making such a huge mistake.” Trent gestured to the others and commanded. “Tie him up!”

“I’d like to see who dares!” Suddenly, Natasha fished out a gun from the bedside and pointed it toward the group of people.

“You wretch! Are you trying to rebel against us?” Trent yelled.

“Don’t force my hand, Uncle Trent!” Natasha warned.

“Well, I don’t believe you have the guts to shoot us!”

Jacob began to step forward confidently, and without hesitation, Natasha pulled the trigger.

There was an ear-splitting bang as the bullet embedded itself inches before Jacob’s foot, making the man jump back in fear.

“H-how could you pull the trigger on me?” Jacob cried, outraged. He never expected Natasha to be the type to do something like that to her elder. If the bullet’s trajectory had been slightly off the mark, he would’ve lost his foot!

“You better not mess around, Uncle Jacob.” Natasha threatened frostily.

“How dare you!” Trent roared. “Natasha Harmon, he is your uncle! You’d be disgracing our family if you had hurt him just now!”

“I don’t want to hurt anyone, so you better not force me to,” Natasha responded unrelentingly.

“Y-you bastard! Do you intend to betray your family for that boy?” Trent was furious.

The Harmon family had always lived by a rule-nothing mattered more than the family’s interests, which meant that they could sacrifice anyone if it meant saving their family. Therefore, Natasha’s contradictory actions were seen as a sign of disloyalty.

“All I care about right now is protecting Dustin.” Natasha stood her ground.

“How many bullets do you have, Natasha? Do you even have enough to kill all of us?” Kate

taunted.

“You can try.” Natasha abruptly turned the gun toward Kate, making the latter pale and hide behind her father, worried that Natasha might actually do something outrageous and reckless out of love.

“Are you out of your mind, Natasha? We are your family!” Jessica could no longer remain silent. She was worried her daughter might impulsively hurt someone, making her the family’s enemy.

When Natasha didn’t respond, Jessica turned to Dustin and snapped. “Dustin, are you going to drag my daughter into the mess you created?”

“Natasha, put the gun down.” Dustin reached out and pressed the gun downward to lower it, before turning to face the rest of the people. “I was the one who killed Layla, so the Grants will naturally look for me if they want revenge. Why are all of you so worked up?”

“Hmph! As if things are that simple. Who knows whether you’ll drag our family down with you?” Kate snorted.

“I’m not even close to your family, so why would I drag you down with me?” Dustin answered nonchalantly. “You guys being afraid of the Grants is none of my business, but if you’re trying to capture me to get in their good graces, I’m afraid that’s impossible.”

“Nice speech, but what makes you think you have a say in this?” Jacob sneered. “Why not? I’ve always made the choices for my own life.” Dustin responded.

“This is our territory! We decide your fate!” Jacob declared haughtily.

“I don’t want to fight, but I’ll have no choice if you continue to provoke me,” Dustin warned.

“You sure are a stubborn one. Let’s see how strong you are!” Jacob drew his blade and swung it toward Dustin.

“Stop!”

Out of the blue, a solemn voice boomed. Slowly, a white-haired elderly man strode in with the aid of a walking cane.

“Father?”

“Grandfather?”

Everyone was visibly taken aback to see the old man, who had stepped back from the limelight eight years ago and no longer concerned himself with family affairs. They were puzzled as to why he was there.

“What are you doing here, Father?” Trent welcomed his father hurriedly.

Jacob stopped mid-attack and stood to the side respectfully as well.

“You guys would have destroyed this place if I hadn’t come!” Andrew humphed.

“Father, we still have some things to take care of. Why don’t you go back to your room and rest if you’re feeling unwell?”

Trent reached out to help but Andrew swatted his son’s hand away. “Are you trying to say that an old coot like me has no right to interfere with family affairs anymore?”

There was an ear-splitting bang as the bullet embedded itself inches before Jacob’s foot, making the man jump back in fear.

“H-how could you pull the trigger on me?” Jacob cried, outraged. He never expected Natasha to be the type to do something like that to her elder. If the bullet’s trajectory had been slightly off the mark, he would’ve lost his foot!

“You better not mess around, Uncle Jacob.” Natasha threatened frostily.

“How dare you!” Trent roared. “Natasha Harmon, he is your uncle! You’d be disgracing our family if you had hurt him just now!”

“I don’t want to hurt anyone, so you better not force me to,” Natasha responded unrelentingly.

“Y-you bastard! Do you intend to betray your family for that boy?” Trent was furious.

The Harmon family had always lived by a rule-nothing mattered more than the family’s interests, which meant that they could sacrifice anyone if it meant saving their family. Therefore, Natasha’s contradictory actions were seen as a sign of disloyalty.

“All I care about right now is protecting Dustin.” Natasha stood her ground.

“How many bullets do you have, Natasha? Do you even have enough to kill all of us?” Kate taunted.

“You can try.” Natasha abruptly turned the gun toward Kate, making the latter pale and hide behind her father, worried that Natasha might actually do something outrageous and reckless out of love.

“Are you out of your mind, Natasha? We are your family!” Jessica could no longer remain silent. She was worried her daughter might impulsively hurt someone, making her the family’s enemy.

When Natasha didn’t respond, Jessica turned to Dustin and snapped. “Dustin, are you going to drag my daughter into the mess you created?”

“Natasha, put the gun down.” Dustin reached out and pressed the gun downward to lower it, before turning to face the rest of the people. “I was the one who killed Layla, so the Grants will naturally look for me if they want revenge. Why are all of you so worked up?”

“Hmph! As if things are that simple. Who knows whether you’ll drag our family down with you?” Kate snorted.

“I’m not even close to your family, so why would I drag you down with me?” Dustin answered nonchalantly. “You guys being afraid of the Grants is none of my business, but if you’re trying to capture me to get in their good graces, I’m afraid that’s impossible.”

“Nice speech, but what makes you think you have a say in this?” Jacob sneered. “Why not? I’ve always made the choices for my own life.” Dustin responded.

“This is our territory! We decide your fate!” Jacob declared haughtily.

“I don’t want to fight, but I’ll have no choice if you continue to provoke me,” Dustin warned.

“You sure are a stubborn one. Let’s see how strong you are!” Jacob drew his blade and swung it toward Dustin.

“Stop!”

Out of the blue, a solemn voice boomed. Slowly, a white-haired elderly man strode in with the aid of a walking cane.

“Father?”

“Grandfather?”

Everyone was visibly taken aback to see the old man, who had stepped back from the limelight eight years ago and no longer concerned himself with family affairs. They were puzzled as to why he was there.

“What are you doing here, Father?” Trent welcomed his father hurriedly.

Jacob stopped mid-attack and stood to the side respectfully as well.

“You guys would have destroyed this place if I hadn’t come!” Andrew humphed.

“Father, we still have some things to take care of. Why don’t you go back to your room and rest if you’re feeling unwell?”

Trent reached out to help but Andrew swatted his son’s hand away. “Are you trying to say that an old coot like me has no right to interfere with family affairs anymore?”

An Understated Dominance By Marina Vittori Chapter 531

An Understated Dominance By Marina Vittori Chapter 531

Chapter 531 There was an ear-splitting bang as the bullet embedded itself inches before Jacob’s foot, making the man jump back in fear.
“H-how could you pull the trigger on me?” Jacob cried, outraged. He never expected Natasha to be the type to do something like that to her elder. If the bullet’s trajectory had been slightly off the mark, he would’ve lost his foot!
“You better not mess around, Uncle Jacob.” Natasha threatened frostily. “How dare you!” Trent roared. “Natasha Harmon, he is your uncle! You’d be disgracing our family if you had hurt him just now!” “I don’t want to hurt anyone, so you better not force me to,” Natasha responded unrelentingly. “Y-you bastard! Do you intend to betray your family for that boy?” Trent was furious. The Harmon family had always lived by a rule-nothing mattered more than the family’s interests, which meant that they could sacrifice anyone if it meant saving their family. Therefore, Natasha’s contradictory actions were seen as a sign of disloyalty. “All I care about right now is protecting Dustin.” Natasha stood her ground. “How many bullets do you have, Natasha? Do you even have enough to kill all of us?” Kate taunted. “You can try.” Natasha abruptly turned the gun toward Kate, making the latter pale and hide behind her father, worried that Natasha might actually do something outrageous and reckless out of love. “Are you out of your mind, Natasha? We are your family!” Jessica could no longer remain silent. She was worried her daughter might impulsively hurt someone, making her the family’s enemy. When Natasha didn’t respond, Jessica turned to Dustin and snapped. “Dustin, are you going to drag my daughter into the mess you created?” “Natasha, put the gun down.” Dustin reached out and pressed the gun downward to lower it, before turning to face the rest of the people. “I was the one who killed Layla, so the Grants will naturally look for me if they want revenge. Why are all of you so worked up?” “Hmph! As if things are that simple. Who knows whether you’ll drag our family down with you?” Kate snorted. “I’m not even close to your family, so why would I drag you down with me?” Dustin answered nonchalantly. “You guys being afraid of the Grants is none of my business, but if you’re trying to capture me to get in their good graces, I’m afraid that’s impossible.” for Bustin, all of you would have died during the family gathering! It’s bad enough that you aren’t helping him in times of need, but how could you guys add fuel to the fire instead?” Her words silenced the arrogant people. “Forget about those righteous views of yours, Natasha. One must pay for their crimes. Dustin made a mistake, so he should be punished!” Kate sneered. “She’s right. We don’t want to suffer just because of him!” The crowd echoed. They couldn’t care less about Dustin’s previous contributions and were willing to sacrifice him if it meant placating the Grants. “A-are you guys going against me?” Natasha demanded agitatedly. “Enough with the nonsense. For the sake of our family, we must arrest him today!” Jacob incited. “Give the command, Trent!” “Don’t hate me, Dustin. You have yourself to blame for making such a huge mistake.” Trent gestured to the others and commanded. “Tie him up!” “I’d like to see who dares!” Suddenly, Natasha fished out a gun from the bedside and pointed it toward the group of people. “You wretch! Are you trying to rebel against us?” Trent yelled. “Don’t force my hand, Uncle Trent!” Natasha warned. “Well, I don’t believe you have the guts to shoot us!” Jacob began to step forward confidently, and without hesitation, Natasha pulled the trigger. There was an ear-splitting bang as the bullet embedded itself inches before Jacob’s foot, making the man jump back in fear. “H-how could you pull the trigger on me?” Jacob cried, outraged. He never expected Natasha to be the type to do something like that to her elder. If the bullet’s trajectory had been slightly off the mark, he would’ve lost his foot! “You better not mess around, Uncle Jacob.” Natasha threatened frostily. “How dare you!” Trent roared. “Natasha Harmon, he is your uncle! You’d be disgracing our family if you had hurt him just now!” “I don’t want to hurt anyone, so you better not force me to,” Natasha responded unrelentingly. “Y-you bastard! Do you intend to betray your family for that boy?” Trent was furious. The Harmon family had always lived by a rule-nothing mattered more than the family’s interests, which meant that they could sacrifice anyone if it meant saving their family. Therefore, Natasha’s contradictory actions were seen as a sign of disloyalty. “All I care about right now is protecting Dustin.” Natasha stood her ground. “How many bullets do you have, Natasha? Do you even have enough to kill all of us?” Kate taunted. “You can try.” Natasha abruptly turned the gun toward Kate, making the latter pale and hide behind her father, worried that Natasha might actually do something outrageous and reckless out of love. “Are you out of your mind, Natasha? We are your family!” Jessica could no longer remain silent. She was worried her daughter might impulsively hurt someone, making her the family’s enemy. When Natasha didn’t respond, Jessica turned to Dustin and snapped. “Dustin, are you going to drag my daughter into the mess you created?” “Natasha, put the gun down.” Dustin reached out and pressed the gun downward to lower it, before turning to face the rest of the people. “I was the one who killed Layla, so the Grants will naturally look for me if they want revenge. Why are all of you so worked up?”
“Hmph! As if things are that simple. Who knows whether you’ll drag our family down with you?” Kate snorted. “I’m not even close to your family, so why would I drag you down with me?” Dustin answered nonchalantly. “You guys being afraid of the Grants is none of my business, but if you’re trying to capture me to get in their good graces, I’m afraid that’s impossible.” “Nice speech, but what makes you think you have a say in this?” Jacob sneered. “Why not? I’ve always made the choices for my own life.” Dustin responded. “This is our territory! We decide your fate!” Jacob declared haughtily. “I don’t want to fight, but I’ll have no choice if you continue to provoke me,” Dustin warned. “You sure are a stubborn one. Let’s see how strong you are!” Jacob drew his blade and swung it toward Dustin. “Stop!” Out of the blue, a solemn voice boomed. Slowly, a white-haired elderly man strode in with the aid of a walking cane. “Father?” “Grandfather?” Everyone was visibly taken aback to see the old man, who had stepped back from the limelight eight years ago and no longer concerned himself with family affairs. They were puzzled as to why he was there. “What are you doing here, Father?” Trent welcomed his father hurriedly. Jacob stopped mid-attack and stood to the side respectfully as well. “You guys would have destroyed this place if I hadn’t come!” Andrew humphed. “Father, we still have some things to take care of. Why don’t you go back to your room and rest if you’re feeling unwell?” Trent reached out to help but Andrew swatted his son’s hand away. “Are you trying to say that an old coot like me has no right to interfere with family affairs anymore?” There was an ear-splitting bang as the bullet embedded itself inches before Jacob’s foot, making the man jump back in fear. “H-how could you pull the trigger on me?” Jacob cried, outraged. He never expected Natasha to be the type to do something like that to her elder. If the bullet’s trajectory had been slightly off the mark, he would’ve lost his foot! “You better not mess around, Uncle Jacob.” Natasha threatened frostily. “How dare you!” Trent roared. “Natasha Harmon, he is your uncle! You’d be disgracing our family if you had hurt him just now!” “I don’t want to hurt anyone, so you better not force me to,” Natasha responded unrelentingly. “Y-you bastard! Do you intend to betray your family for that boy?” Trent was furious. The Harmon family had always lived by a rule-nothing mattered more than the family’s interests, which meant that they could sacrifice anyone if it meant saving their family. Therefore, Natasha’s contradictory actions were seen as a sign of disloyalty. “All I care about right now is protecting Dustin.” Natasha stood her ground. “How many bullets do you have, Natasha? Do you even have enough to kill all of us?” Kate taunted. “You can try.” Natasha abruptly turned the gun toward Kate, making the latter pale and hide behind her father, worried that Natasha might actually do something outrageous and reckless out of love. “Are you out of your mind, Natasha? We are your family!” Jessica could no longer remain silent. She was worried her daughter might impulsively hurt someone, making her the family’s enemy. When Natasha didn’t respond, Jessica turned to Dustin and snapped. “Dustin, are you going to drag my daughter into the mess you created?” “Natasha, put the gun down.” Dustin reached out and pressed the gun downward to lower it, before turning to face the rest of the people. “I was the one who killed Layla, so the Grants will naturally look for me if they want revenge. Why are all of you so worked up?” “Hmph! As if things are that simple. Who knows whether you’ll drag our family down with you?” Kate snorted. “I’m not even close to your family, so why would I drag you down with me?” Dustin answered nonchalantly. “You guys being afraid of the Grants is none of my business, but if you’re trying to capture me to get in their good graces, I’m afraid that’s impossible.” “Nice speech, but what makes you think you have a say in this?” Jacob sneered. “Why not? I’ve always made the choices for my own life.” Dustin responded. “This is our territory! We decide your fate!” Jacob declared haughtily. “I don’t want to fight, but I’ll have no choice if you continue to provoke me,” Dustin warned. “You sure are a stubborn one. Let’s see how strong you are!” Jacob drew his blade and swung it toward Dustin. “Stop!” Out of the blue, a solemn voice boomed. Slowly, a white-haired elderly man strode in with the aid of a walking cane. “Father?” “Grandfather?” Everyone was visibly taken aback to see the old man, who had stepped back from the limelight eight years ago and no longer concerned himself with family affairs. They were puzzled as to why he was there. “What are you doing here, Father?” Trent welcomed his father hurriedly. Jacob stopped mid-attack and stood to the side respectfully as well. “You guys would have destroyed this place if I hadn’t come!” Andrew humphed. “Father, we still have some things to take care of. Why don’t you go back to your room and rest if you’re feeling unwell?”
Trent reached out to help but Andrew swatted his son’s hand away. “Are you trying to say that an old coot like me has no right to interfere with family affairs anymore?”

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