Now I own the women of the palace.

Vincias moved through the palace and soon reached a room. Without even bothering to knock, he opened the door and entered with fierce strides.

Seated inside with a pondering face was one of his daughters, Sophia Lust Vincias.

A white-haired, blue-eyed, and curvaceous beauty who radiated a sense of challenging the heavens themselves.

Such a beautiful woman, such a perfect part of his gene, and soon, she would belong to that filthy mongrel of a kid.

Sophia stood up from her feet and greeted him, "Hello Father, why have you come here today?"

Even though her voice was respectful, her face was anything but respectful. It was filled with a sense of disregard.

The King noticed it and frowned but it didn't matter to him anymore.

If Harry knew how to find loopholes in an agreement to make him regret ever signing it. He knew too.