The story of a rich husband who pretended to be poor until his wife becomes billionaires Part 2
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The story of a rich husband who pretended to be poor until his wife becomes billionaires Part 2
In the elevator, Dustin stared at the crystal necklace dejectedly. Even though
he had expected it, he was still sad that his marriage had ended just like that.
He had once thought that happiness was simple: meals on the table, cheerful
days, and simple pleasures. Now, he found out that normalcy was a sin. It was
time to awaken from this prolonged daydream.
Suddenly, his phone rang, breaking him out of his trance. When he picked up
the phone, a familiar voice came from the other end.
“Mr. Rhys, I’m Hunter Anderson from the Swinton Group. I heard that today
your wedding anniversary with Ms. Nicholson, so I’ve prepared a gift for you.
I’m just wondering if you have any time today?”
“Thank you for your kindness, but Im afraid we won’t be needing the gift,”
Dustin said.
“Why?”
Hunter was taken aback. He could sense something wrong.
“Is there anything else you’d like to talk about, Mr. Anderson?”
“Actually, yes, there is.” Hunter cleared his throat awkwardly. “I’ve got a
friend who contracted a strange illness. He’s seen a lot of doctors, but none of
them could do anything about it. I was hoping that you could help.”
“Mr. Anderson, you know my rules.”
“Of course I do! I’m sincere in mny request. My friend owns some canscora,
which I remember you were looking for. I’m sure he’l be willing to part with
it if you help him,” Hunter said.
“Is this true?” Dustin asked seriously.
“Yes, it is!”
“Alright, if that’s so, then Il be willing to take a look.” Dustin immediately
agreed to the request.
He wasn’t interested in money or jewels, but rather some rare herbs and
plants, as he needed them to save lives.
*Thank you, Mr. Rhys! I’ll send someone to pick you up immediately!” Hunter
smiled in relief.
As the president of the Swinton Group and one of the Mighty Three of
Swinton, Hunter acted exceptionally timid in front of Dustin.
“Great, one more down, five to go. I should have enough time,” Dustin
muttered to himself. His mood was lifted a litle by this news.
With a ding, the elevator doors opened. As soon as he stepped out of the
building, he saw two familiar figures walking toward him. It was Dahlia’s
mother, Florence Franklin, and her brother, James Nicholson.
“Mom, James, why are you here?” Dustin greeted.
“Did you and Dahlia get divorced?” Florence did not waste any breath.
“Yes, we did.” Dustin gave her a forced smile. “It’s not Dahlia’s fault, it’s mine.
Don’t blame her.”
He intended to end his marriage on a pleasant note. However, hearing this,
Florence snorted coldly.
“Of course it’s your problem. I know my daughter well. If you hadn’t done
anything wrong, why would she divorce you?”
Dustin was stunned. What was this? Victim blaming?
“Mom, you know how Ive treated her over the past three years. I’m pretty
sure I’m never done anything to betray Dahlia’s trust in me,” Dustin said.
“Who knows what you’ve done behind our backs?” Florence snorted again.
“My daughter was right to divorce you! Look at yourself. She’s clearly out of
your league!”
“Mom, don’t you think you’re going too far?” Dustin frowned.
If he hadn’t helped the Nicholson family three years ago, they wouldn’t be
where they were today.
“Too far? So what if I am? Am I not speaking the truth? Florence crossed her
arms.
“That’s enough, Mom, stop wasting time with him.” Suddenly, James stepped
forward. “Listen here, Rhys. I don’t care whether you divorce my sister or not,
but you’re giving me all the money you got from her.”
“Money? What money?” Dustin was flabbergasted.
“Stop feigning ignorance! I know that my sister gave you eight million dollars
as alimony!” James said coldly.
“That’s right! That’s my daughter’s money. You have no right to take it! Give it
back!” Florence stretched out her hand in demand.
“I didn’t take any money from her,” Dustin denied.
“Bullshit! Who would pass on eight million dolars? Do you take us as idiots?”
James did not believe him.
“Rhys, you’d better be tactful and give us the money. Don’t make me angry!”
Florence warned.
“You can call Dahlia and ask her if you don’t believe me.” Dustin did not wish
to explain himself any further.
“What now? Are you threatening us? Listen here. No matter how much you
beg, I’m not letting you leave with a single cent of ours!” Florence snarled.
“Mom, he’s too dense for this. Let’s just search his pockets!” James said
impatiently. He dove straight into Dustin’s pockets.
Florence followed suit.
“Mom, do you have to do this?” Dustin froWned.
He hadn’t expected to be accosted by the Nicholson family so soon after the
divorce. They were really merciless.
Florence spat on the ground in disgust.
“Who are you calling Mom? Watch your mouth. Who do you think you are?”
As she spoke, she continued searching through Dustin’s pockets.
After some time, they didn’t find what they wanted from his pockets.
“Fucking hell, did he really not take any of the money?” James said,
displeased.
Suddenly, he spied the crystal necklace around Dustin’s necklace and pulled it
off roughly.
“Isn’t this my sister’s necklace? Why is it with you? Did you steal it?” James
demanded.
This is the Rhys family heirloom. Give it back!” Dustin said, his expression
darkening.
He wouldn’t take any money, but he would not leave his mother’s keepsake.
“A family heirloom? Does this mean that this is valuable?” James’ eyes lit up.
“In that case, Rhys, this can be your repayment for these three years that
you’ve been living with us. Let’s go!” Florence gave her son a look and
prepared to leave.
“Stop there!” Dustin grabbed James’ wrist. “Give me back the necklace!”
“Ouch! That hurts! Let me go!” James felt great pain in his wrist.
“Give it back,” Dustin repeated dangerously.
“Fuck, I’d rather throw it away than give it back to you!”
Seeing that he had no chance of freeing himself from Dustin, James threw the
necklace onto the ground. With a crisp clink, the crystal necklace broke into
several pieces. Dustin blanched. This was the only thing he had to remember
his mother by.
“How dare you lay your hands on me! I’d rather break it than give it back to
you!” James said as he rubbed his sore wrist.
Dustin clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles popped. His eyes were red
with anger.
“You son of a bitch!” Unable to hold in his anger anymore, Dustin slapped
James in the face.
James was slapped so hard that the spun back uncontrollably before falling to
the ground. He was so dizzy that he couldn’t stand up.
“Since your mother can’t be bothered to teach you manners, then let me do
the honors!” Dustin grabbed him by the hair and lifted him. Then, he slapped
him several times.
James’ face soon turned bloody from the slaps.
“How dare you hit my son!” Florence screamed as she tried to help her son.
“Fuck off!” Dustin turned and glared at her. The glare was so intense that
Florence froze in her tracks.
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