"Bullshit!"
The Old Beast King suddenly leapt up, but was immediately ensnared around his throat by Kian Sterling's fox tail.
Kian Sterling sneered coldly, the grip of his fox tail not loosening in the slightest: "Father, your temper remains as violent as ever. Truly, you still can't see the situation clearly."
Chloe Callahan's slender fingers traced across Kian Sterling's chest, her voice syrupy and sweet: "The First Prince is truly the most suitable candidate to inherit the throne. Don't you agree?"
The Old Beast King's throat was being strangled tightly by Kian Sterling's fox tail. His face turned a horrifying shade of ashen green, eyes bulging, his snowy white tail hanging limply: "Unfilial child... You dare to poison your king, and now you want to commit patricide?"
