“You’ve been in Hattan long enough. It’s time to go back to Central Harbor and claim what’s yours,” Otto said.
“What if I don’t want to go back?” Dustin asked coldly.
“Please take this call first.” Otto pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and handed it to Dustin.
Dustin frowned.
“Hello?” he said cautiously.
“Dustin,” a woman said from the other end.
Dustin’s face instantly darkened.
He recognized the voice right away.
It was the woman who, after the patriarch of the Fawkes fam