“So what if you’re chosen as a potential successor? We still have you under our thumb!” Dakota thought to herself smugly.

“Fine,” Dahlia said nonchalantly.

Dahlia seemed adamant about getting things over and done with. But just as she picked up the third cup of tea and was about to serve it, someone’s hand stopped her. She turned around and found that it was Dustin. With a frosty expression, he said, “Let me do it this time.”