Dominic's POV
The only family member involved in business was my uncle Julian, barely a decade my senior.
At this moment, I was visibly irritated. "I already told you, quit trying to control me. Can't you all just pretend I don't exist?
"I haven't murdered anyone, I'm not committing arson, I'm not violating any laws. Why the hell is everyone monitoring me?"
Julian's gaze remained locked on my hair. "What happened to your hair?"
I exhaled harshly. "I'm not some middle schooler anymore. Who gives a damn what color I dye it?
"Even if I turned every single strand a different color, what would it matter?"
Julian's eyes narrowed. "You didn't mess around with anything you weren't supposed to while you were overseas, did you?"
If I had gotten involved with forbidden substances abroad, a hair analysis would reveal everything. And bleaching it this pale could mess with the test results.
Mentally, I cursed Quentin a thousand times, but kept my expression neutral. "What do you think?"
