Dustin’s adoptive father had been a formidable man. It would not be surprising even if one of the Seven Clans of Central Harbor pledged themselves in service of the Wyatt family, let alone a prominent family in Lannopolis.

“Fox, if something happens to Phoebe, I’ll make sure you die painfully!” Jaxon said threateningly.

“You don’t have what it takes to threaten me,” Dustin said flatly.

Jaxon’s gaze turned vicious. He was about to rush forward and grab Dustin’s collar.

Elisa paled and pulled Jaxon back.

Dustin was a sovereign grade fighter, and Jaxon could not beat him.

“What’s this? Are you here to shop for clothes, too?” Elisa looked into the boutique. It seemed like she had found to attack him in at least one aspect. Her expression turned mocking.

“Dustin, you should know that this boutique isn’t a place for just anyone to shop at. Every item of clothing inside is exorbitantly priced. It’s not something most people can afford.

“Maybe you’re at the wrong place? You