"Mr. Prime Minister Lucas overestimates himself; if it weren't for the fact that you disrupted my guests at my banquet, I would have no interest in meddling with your affairs."
Charles Coldwell's eyes carried an obvious disdain, and at this moment, he almost made no effort to conceal his dislike for this man.
Theodore Lucas felt the same, his gaze at Charles Coldwell was gradually changing.
From the initially gentle and steady, it had turned fiercely cold and venomous.
The soldiers who were just restraining Theodore suddenly found themselves overpowered and on the ground.
His waist, which had been forced down, straightened once again.
Even in the face of Charles Coldwell, Theodore Lucas's face no longer held the courtesy and flattery from before.
After all, Theodore Lucas was once the carefully nurtured heir of the Lucas family by Mr. Lucas.
The Lucas family was also truly a century-old distinguished family of Eastonia, not to be outdone by Coldwell's family.
