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 was highly respected, being the second most powerful, ruling over thousands. However, Donoghue was not happy at all.

He found it hard to sleep soundly and eat as long as his nemesis Darryl Darby was not dead!

“Prime Minister.”

A gentle voice could be heard at this moment. It was from the Five Poison Sect Master, Lindsay Jones who walked through the corridor and approached him.

Lindsay was wearing a red long dress which showed off her tight figure. She looked inexplicably seductive and charmin