An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Anders organized an exclusive gathering with two purposes—to win over them and gather intelligence.

"It's an honor to have you all at Jadeleaf Manor. Let's raise our glasses to a toast." He grinned, lifting his glass for a round of toasts.

Seeing this, the attendees, filled with respect, promptly stood up, toasting in return.

After all, the man in their midst was the God of War, the mightiest warrior in Dragonmarsh, and he was also the pride of the Moseys.

Anders was a figure who naturally commanded respect wherever he went, and today's warm reception pleasantly surprised them.

"Sir Anders, we're family. Your words make it sound like we're strangers.

"Besides, if anyone should be toasting, it should be us to you. You are the backbone of the Mosey family!" Scott, seizing the moment, raised his glass passionately.

"Absolutely! Sir Anders, your combat skills are unparalleled, a real asset to the Moseys!" The crowd joined in with praises.

"Haha! Alright, let's drink!" Anders laughed heartily, downing his glass in one go. Following suit, everyone emptied their glasses.

"Friends, the main reason for having you all here today is to discuss something crucial."

straight to the point. "I've heard about recent changes in the

be chief housekeeper. Do you find that woman befitting for such a

crowd exchanged glances, some visibly puzzled. Clearly, Anders wasn't pleased with Dahlia's

not!" Seeing the hesitation, Scott said, "Dahlia

authority right after joining the Moseys? I think

your words

displeased. "Our godfather is kind and caring. I

our job to help

That devious Dahlia used sweet words to deceive

later. It was crucial

and relatives, do you think what I'm saying makes

Anders has a discerning eye and is wise.

think she is? This kind of person isn't fit to hold power! I say, just kick her out

of War? If she's in charge of the

hummed with voices, everyone voicing their discontent. They held a longstanding grudge over Dahlia's ascent to

faithfully serving for many

didn't dare to speak up. They could only grit