"Nonsense!"
The Old Beast King suddenly erupted, but was strangled by the fox tail Nolan Sterling whipped around his throat.
Nolan Sterling smirked coldly, the fox tail showing no sign of loosening: "Father King, still so hot-tempered, truly blind to the situation."
Chloe Callahan's slender fingers brushed across Nolan Sterling's chest, her voice sickly sweet: "The Crown Prince is the most suited candidate for the throne, wouldn't you agree?"
The Old Beast King's throat was tightly strangled by Nolan Sterling's fox tail, his face growing increasingly sallow and grim, his pupils bulging, the snow-white fox tail drooping weakly: "You... dare poison your own king, and now seek to patricide?"
Nolan Sterling's gaze grew cold, and he kicked over the medicine bowl: "Father King, you forced me; don't think I don't know about your confidants investigating me. If I didn't act, I'd be the one dead."
