An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Chapter 235

“Mr. Rhys?”

Otto and his company were entirely dumbfounded by Stephan’s display of respect toward Dustin. Never in

their wildest dreams had they ever anticipated the renowned Mr. Chapman to have come forward specifically for Dustin, let alone greet him with such reverence..

What was happening?

“Mr. Chapman, it’s been a while. Your abilities seem to have improved.” A quick glance from Dustin drew his attention to the differences he spotted in the other man almost at once.

“It’s all thanks to the Gemiphen you gave me, of course. Not only did it heal my internal injuries, it gave me ample power to have a small breakthrough.” Stephan’s face was filled with gratitude.

“Really? I suppose congratulations are in order, then.” Dustin smiled faintly.

“Mr. Rhys, where you’re sitting now doesn’t seem befitting for your status. How about we head over to the reserved seats for the Harmon family?” Stephan gestured with one hand, still courteous as ever.

“Very well. This place is infested with flies anyway. I’d rather sit amidst humans–less tiresome.” Dustin nodded, not refusing the offer.

Just as they prepared to leave, Otto couldn’t help but speak up. “Mr. Chapman-”

turned, his expression cold. The way he treated Otto was the complete opposite of when he’d been conversing with

Otto Marsh. We met before, and you gave

situation in his favor.

lot of people. As for you–I have no recollection at

dismissively.

have boasted for

could he turn out to be acquainted with Mr. Chapman?” someone

a pretty boy taken in by Ms. Harmon. If

down to this level otherwise, let alone treat someone

Julie said indignantly.

basking in the glory of the Harmon family. To think that I, for a second, genuinely believed

expression was contemptuous.

ranks. A real man depended

Natasha caught sight of Dustin, she immediately patted the seat next

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Chapter 235

him to

said, “Boulderthorn is well–prepared this time. I

had yet to reply when Quentin, who was sitting beside her, scoffed. “Don’t worry about it. With the

couldn’t be more perfect, then.”

more.

thirty years of age, clad in white. The man’s eyebrows were sharp, his demeanor commanding along with those strongly