The Cotton-Clothed Qilin, the Black Dragon Guardian!

"Do you have an opinion about it?"

Tristan Yandell looked at Dominic Lowe through his nostrils.

Dominic's face darkened, and he did not say a word.

Now, even Tristan dared to insult him!

Grand Secretary Lowe's status in the capital had plummeted.

Jonah Shaw turned to look at Heather Sage and said softly, "Sister-in-Law, I'll get the capital garrison to escort you back to Preston. We'll personally pay a visit to the Lake family!"

"Be careful!"

Heather's brows furrowed slightly as she lightly instructed.

Dominic wanted to say something but hesitated. In the end, he asked, "Do you really plan to return to Preston?"

"It's much better for me to go back than for him to come to the capital. With his personality, once he arrives in the capital, he will definitely start killing again."

Heather's voice was ethereal, as if she had seen through Braydon.