“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