Dustin's expression went slack, his thoughts racing. He had never imagined Natasha would spring such a request upon him. As he took a moment to absorb everything, he couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between her beauty and that of Dahlia. Natasha was a living embodiment of sensuality, reminiscent of Aphrodite herself, and her laughter sent ripples through the air like a siren's call. The way she moved, the way her smile illuminated the dim room, it was utterly entrancing—a true femme fatale ensnaring him with every glance. “Why the surprise? I’m just kidding around here,” Natasha said, her laughter ringing like chimes as she noticed the bewildered look on his face. Her confidence was palpable, and as much as Dustin tried to maintain his composure, he found himself drawn in by the allure of her curves. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to pull his gaze away. “Mr. Rhys, let’s get back to business. I need to ask another favor,” she said, her demeanor shifting to one of earnest seriousness. “What do you need?” Dustin replied, his curiosity piqued. “Considering all my bodyguards are at the hospital right now, I’m left unprotected. With the recent scare, we have no idea when something dangerous might happen again. I need someone to protect me around the clock, and I hope that you can take on that role,” Natasha implored, her eyes earnest. “You want me to be your personal bodyguard?” Dustin raised an eyebrow, skepticism painted across his features. “Wouldn’t it be safer for you to stay somewhere secure?” “That's not an option, Mr. Rhys,” Natasha countered, her voice unwavering. “The Harmon family is hosting a charity dinner tonight, and as the main organizer, my presence is essential. What if someone were to show up tonight and cause chaos? I would be completely defenseless. Plus, who else would bring you the canscora if something unfortunate were to happen to me?” Her eyes sparkled with mischief, as if she knew the exact strings to pull. Taking a deep breath, Dustin hesitated for a moment before conceding. “Alright, I’ll protect you.” Though it felt like a burden, the prospect of acquiring that rare herb was worth the trouble. Nothing could go awry until he secured the canscora. “Thank you, Mr. Rhys,” Natasha beamed, a cunning glint in her eyes. Unbeknownst to him, her interest lay not just in safety—but also in the thrill of having a bodyguard at her side. … As the evening descended upon the Mirage, the most illustrious club in Swinton, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. The club's architecture was reminiscent of a grand Victorian estate, complete with gabled roofs, expansive bay windows, and intricately carved sculptures that spoke of opulence. Its interior mirrored this aesthetic, exuding an enchanting grandeur that left patrons in awe. Surrounding the club were vast gardens, sprawling vineyards, and even a shimmering man-made lake, creating an oasis of luxury. When a sleek black Benz glided to a halt outside the Mirage, the air thickened with intrigue. A stunning figure emerged from the vehicle—a woman in a striking black evening gown, her flawless skin glowing under the lights. Her long legs seemed to stretch for miles, moving with an elegance that drew every gaze. The instant she arrived, conversations hushed, eyes wide with admiration. “Who is she? A famous actress, perhaps?” “Her features are almost unreal!” “She must be Dahlia, the president of the Quine Group! One of Swinton’s Four Beauties!” The crowd buzzing at the entrance couldn’t help but whisper amongst themselves, their admiration palpable, yet none dared to approach—intimidation hung heavy in the air. “Oh wow! I never anticipated that the Mirage would be so extravagant! Look at those magnificent designs and sculptures!” Lyra exclaimed, stepping from the car, her eyes sparkling with wonder. “The Mirage is a key establishment of the Harmon family. Their influence guarantees that everything here is top-notch,” Dahlia explained, her gaze sweeping over the breathtaking scenery. Even with her own high expectations, she couldn’t deny the club's unmatched beauty. “Dahlia, there you are!” A young man rounded the corner, wearing spectacles and a tailored suit. It was Chris, the second son of the reputable Nolan family. “Mr. Nolan! Are you here for tonight's charity dinner as well?” Dahlia greeted him, her smile warm. “Not just any dinner. This one, put on by the Harmon family? Who wouldn’t be intrigued?” Chris replied, a grin spreading across his face. The Harmon family was among the renowned Mighty Three—the trio of the most powerful families in Swinton, known for their unmatched wealth and influence. A coveted invitation to the Mirage was a luxury many dreamed of, let alone one to the Harmon family's charity gala. “Mr. Nolan, is that truly your only reason for being here?” Lyra teased, her smirk betraying her skepticism. “Of course not! I have ulterior motives! I’m here to assist you both,” Chris said, laughter in his voice. “Assist us?” Lyra's brow furrowed in confusion. “I heard whispers that the Quine Group is on the shortlist to become a partner with the Harmon family. It’s a rare opportunity for your company, especially given its standing. I’m here to put in a good word on your behalf. This could significantly boost your chances of securing a contract!” Chris declared, confidence radiating from him. “That would be fantastic! Thank you, Mr. Nolan!” Lyra said, her spirits lifted, visions of success dancing in her mind. If the Quine Group formed a partnership with the Harmon family, it would elevate not only the company’s prestige but her own status as the president’s secretary. “Happy to help! Given my connection with Dahlia, this is a mere trifling duty for me,” Chris said, shooting Dahlia a purposeful smile. “Indeed, we are practically family now.” Lyra echoed with a playful grin. But while their conversation unfolded, Dahlia’s attention drifted. Her gaze caught sight of a luxurious car not too far away. A lone silhouette stood by the vehicle, commanding her focus. “Could that be Dustin?” she whispered to herself, recognition washing over her. A surge of guilt tightened in her chest—ever since the revelation surrounding the fight, it had weighed heavily on her mind. Tonight, destiny brings them together again, offering her a chance to address the misunderstanding. With newfound resolve, she strode toward him. “Dustin!” she called out, her voice laced with urgency. Just as she began to approach, her steps faltered, eyes widening. Next to him stood a captivating woman clad in a figure-hugging, fiery red dress that accentuated every curve. The woman's perfect porcelain skin and striking features radiated an aristocratic air—like a queen who had gracefully arrived to oversee her subjects. The sight stunned Dahlia, as the vibrant contrast to her own appearance was undeniable, raising an array of unexpected emotions inside her.