An Understated Dominance (Maria Vittori) novel Chapter 902

Chapter 902

Holding the sword, Nikki Horst cautiously approached Dustin, her hands trembling with anxiety.

Her expression bore a mixture of emotions, a complex interplay of feelings.

As she made her way halfway, the sword slipped from her grasp and clattered to the ground.

“Master… I can’t go through with this, I truly can’t,” Nikki Horst turned her tear-streaked face away, guilt and compassion swirling within her.

“Worthless!”

Edith’s visage grew somber; she stepped forward and slapped Nikki Horst to the ground. “You can’t even muster the courage to end a man’s life, what purpose do you serve?!”

“Master! I’ll do it if she won’t,” declared Brittany Cloude, hobbling forward as the onlookers dispersed.

The gaze she directed at Dustin was heavy with resentment.

Enduring a beating was one thing; what she couldn’t abide was being dismissed by the man, ignoring her beauty as if it were nothing.

“Very well, you shall be the one to end his life.”

Edith nodded with a measure of satisfaction, confirming that her eldest disciple was the one who had captured her heart.

“Dustin, Dustin, you never imagined you’d find yourself in this position, did you?” Brittany Cloude grinned maliciously, unsheathing her sword and advancing despite her limp. “You repugnant man, a dog-like existence daring to defy me? Today, I shall emasculate you in front of everyone!”

If she couldn’t have him, then no one else would either.

If he wouldn’t be her lapdog, then he’d be a eunuch.

“Cross me and you’ll lose your other leg too,” Dustin’s voice was a cold warning.

“Hehehe… daring to talk tough when death is upon you!” Brittany Cloude sneered. “All your lackeys have been drugged, the formidable elderly among them teetering on the brink, unable to even stand. Do you think you can escape?”

“Try me if you doubt it,” Dustin sat resolute, his expression unchanging.

“Hmph! Petty tricks!”

“Just you, a worthless piece of trash. Even without the drugs and weakened limbs, ending you is akin to swatting a fly!”

With her words uttered, Brittany Cloude tapped one foot, leaned forward, and thrust her sword towards Dustin’s lower region.

Castration was her intent.