Dustin returned to Mayhill Pig Farm.

He walked up the mountain with an umbrella. From a distance, he saw several people waiting at the entrance.

“Mr. Fox, you’re here!”

When they saw Dustin, the middle-aged man in front immediately tensed up and ran over. He did not care about the rain or getting covered in mud.

“Curtis Zeller, the general manager of the Swansong Group, reporting to Mr. Fox.” Curtis stopped before Dustin and bowed to him respectfully.

The others behind him also ran over and bowed to Dustin.

The Yeager family members did not see this.

If they had, they would have been shocked.

They thought Dustin had just gotten lucky and won the favor of someone from the Swansong Group. They had no idea that the famous company in Grayvale was just a tool Dustin used.

Dustin nodded, and only then did the Swansong Group people straighten up.

“Mr. Fox, please come in,” Curtis said with a smile. He did not dare to stand up straight before Dustin and always kept his head