All Novel Sweet
Chapter 289
"Allow me to introduce Dr. Fustin Dox," Allison said quickly.
“Never heard of him. Is he famous?" Gareth said dismissively. He barely spared Dustin a glance as he sipped his tea.
Arthur, who was seated nearby, leaned toward Allison and said in a low voice, "Allison, Mr. Graves is a living legend in medicine. He's practically a national treasure. How could you seat a complete nobody beside him? Aren't you worried about offending him?"
"But that young man isn't ordinary..." Allison hesitated.
"Not ordinary? Compared to Mr. Graves? Nonsense! Not just anyone deserves to sit with him," Arthur said coldly as his face darkened.
Allison felt trapped. Her mind raced for a solution.
She resolved to ask Dustin if he would mind moving to allow Gareth his rightful place of honor.
Just as she was about to speak, Dustin's voice rang out unexpectedly.
"Who is this 'Mr. Graves'? Sounds like an inflated title. Is he even a big deal?" His words stunned everyone into silence.
Allison froze mid-step in disbelief.
Around the room, eyes widened as though they were looking at someone who had completely lost their mind.
Did he just imply he did not know who Mr. Graves was?
That was nothing to brag about.
In the world of medicine, Mr. Graves was a titan. He was an undisputed authority and a household name.
Gareth's face darkened.
Crash!
He smashed his teacup on the ground, and it shattered.novelbin
"What did you just say?" he demanded in a menacing voice.
He was ready to attack Dustin at any time.
Arthur rose to his feet and said in a sharp voice, "You insolent fool! How dare you insult Mr. Graves?"
Dustin turned to him without so much as flinching. "And you're nothing but a self-important brat."
The insult landed like a slap and left Arthur momentarily speechless.
Lord Barbenheim's second son? Ha!
Lord Barbenheim's eldest son, Alvin, and Lord Barbenheim himself both met their end at his hands.
Memories surfaced in Dustin's mind.
His family had been slaughtered, and the injustice had been ignored by the very household that claimed authority over the western region. For over a decade, Lord Barbenheim had done nothing to seek justice for that case.
What a farce!
"You've crossed the line!" Arthur roared. "How dare a commoner like you talk to me like that?! You're bold, but this ends now!"
Arthur was an eighth grade martial artist and was one rank above Allison.
Confident in his abilities, he lunged and reached out a hand to seize Dustin.
Dustin barely moved. With a flick of his wrist, he sent Arthur flying across the room. Arthur landed face-first in a humiliating sprawl.
An eighth grade martial artist was no better than a helpless little ant in his presence.
The hall fell into stunned silence.
This was Lord Barbenheim's second
heir. He was elite and powerful. Yet this mysterious man had tossed him like a child. Was he asking for
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Allison pressed her fingers to her temples and exhaled deeply.
This "humble physician" was turning out to be quite the troublemaker.
What gave him such confidence?
Crossing the Williams family was a death sentence, even for a Legendary Martial Saint.
As Arthur was helped to his feet, his disheveled state and humiliated face were undeniable.
“I swear, I'll have your head for this!" he bellowed in fury.
"You're welcome to try," Dustin said indifferently in a dismissive tone.
"Young man," Gareth snapped coldly. His voice held a warning. "There's always someone stronger, and arrogance often leads to ruin."
"Old fool..." Dustin shot back with a
mocking smile. "Did you forget your humiliating defeat twenty years ago? You were defeated both in martial arts and medicine and were utterly crushed in minutes. You swore never to leave Asclepius Valley again. So, what are you doing here now? Stirring up trouble?"
Dustin shrugged and remained composed. "He can try coming at me again if he feels lucky."
Gareth's eyes widened in disbelief. "Where did you hear about that?"
That incident was known to no one else.
Dustin chuckled softly.
Lucas had told him that tale casually over tea.