Inside the Bentley estates, Dominic stood before his desk, the report of one more failed mission in his hands.
He angrily threw the scroll on the ground before looking at the mission leader.
"What is all this? Why are we not receiving any money from the agricultural lands? Didn't Father approve that we would take the collateral money and they won't interfere in it?" Dominic asked.
The leader pressed his lips into a thin line.
"It's not the former king who interfered, sir," The subordinate said.
He didn't need to say much. He didn't need to.
Dominic knew who it was.
Cyrus Valentino. The name burned on the edge of his tongue like acid.
For years, he had been trying to influence the council meeting and coaxing his father to strengthen the grounds.
