Dover pov.

I punched the table with a loud clang in anger, and my useless son cowered to the side.

This damned woman, like a cockroach, is still alive today. I knew she had found Nick, and she must be preparing to come and cause me trouble on the day of my succession ceremony.

"Father, why don't I find some more people and clean her up?"

"Find someone? Where else can you find people?"

I roared at him. Since Nick's arrest, his subordinates had been torn apart, and the few that followed me had all died and been caught in the attack in B City.

And my trusted people, which...