Chapter 961 Back to Prison

• Miguel’s voice dropped to a tone so cold it could frost glass. “You think I’m senile? You invite Winona to your mansion and expect me to believe Dominic barged in without cause? Tell me the truth. Did you lot kidnap that girl and force his hand?”
• Miguel held the title of Ninth Elder, a fox among men. It had taken him only seconds to stitch the scattered threads together and see what had truly happened.
• He disliked Dominic—loathed him, even—but he could not deny the man’s cunning. Dominic was no mindless thug.