Darryl’s words were echoing in everyone’s mind.

…

On the other side at Westrington, Prime Minister Residence.

In the middle of a quiet elegant garden, Donoghue Dixon wearing a long satin robe was seated in the pavilion sipping tea while admiring the rock garden and flowing water in front of him.

A few maidservants stood readily by his side to serve him.

Donoghue should be relaxed when looking at this scenery. However, his expression was a little dark.

As Westrington’s Prime Minister, he wa