Chapter 1113: The Confrontation
The latter, with a slight pause, quickly responded, filled with admiration.
“Miss Shiela, I apologize for any offense earlier. However, the kidnapping was all funded by Dustin. If I had known Miss Shiela’s identity, I would never have dared to offend.”
Nakamura bowed deeply, showing a sincere apology.
“Shiela, did you hear that? Now there’s solid evidence. Dustin is the real villain!” Garrett added.
“That’s right! I can testify; it’s all Dustin’s scheming!” Vivian chimed in.
“I can vouch for it too! This guy is cunning and ruthless, willing to do anything to get ahead!” Chase joined in agreement.
“We can all testify! Dustin is a murderer trying to cover his tracks!”
At this moment, everyone joined in the condemnation, their voices echoing loudly.
With dozens of mouths speaking one after another, they could make black appear white.
Shiela was left stunned, utterly bewildered.
Already lacking a strong opinion, she now had no idea whom to believe.
“Shiela, every word I’ve spoken is the truth, without a hint of falsehood,” Dustin said seriously.
“Shiela, I’m your cousin, your close blood relative. Would I ever lie to you?” Garrett spoke earnestly.
“Shiela, think carefully. Why would I kidnap you?” Dustin implored.
“Shiela, you’ve known me for so many years. When have I ever lied to you?” Chase added.
“Shiela, stay calm and think. Don’t let anyone deceive you.”
“Shiela, are you going to believe a stranger over your own cousin?”
“…”
Dustin and Garrett exchanged heated words, each refusing to yield.
“Stop, please stop!” Shiela covered her ears, crouching on the ground, her face filled with conflict and pain.
She couldn’t tell what was true anymore and didn’t know whom to trust.
One was her cousin, whom she had grown up with, and the other was Dustin, who had helped her multiple times.
She just didn’t know how to choose.
“Shiela…”
Dustin was about to speak words of comfort when Garrett, who had regained his mobility, suddenly drew a knife from behind and viciously stabbed at Dustin.
“Die!”
Garrett grinned wickedly as he thrust the knife toward Dustin’s chest.
As long as he killed the man before him, who cared who was right or wrong among the dozens of voices?
But “clang!” The tip of the knife, after piercing through Dustin’s clothes, was blocked by Dustin’s protective aura, unable to penetrate even slightly.
“What?” Garrett froze, his face full of astonishment.
His knife was as sharp as it could be, so how could it not pierce through flesh?
“You’re asking for it!”
Dustin’s eyes turned icy as he unleashed a powerful punch into Garrett’s abdomen.
“Thud!”
A muffled sound.
Garrett was sent flying more than ten meters away, crashing heavily into a wall and leaving a dent.
He spat out blood from his mouth, hanging on the brink of death.
