An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“Dad, what do you think?” Jonathan asked, turning to Simon.

“A guest has arrived, so we can’t be rude. Invite them to the living room so we can discuss things properly,” Simon replied calmly.

Anders represented the Mosey family, and regardless of his intentions, Simon couldn’t simply turn him away. As for the proposed marriage alliance, it was a matter that required thorough consideration.

“Understood,” the butler replied promptly before leaving.

“Go on with your meal. I’m going to meet with Anders,” Simon said, excusing himself from the table.

Jonathan, Jensen, and Jovian exchanged glances and, without hesitation, followed their father. They were curious to see what the Mosey family had in mind.

“Alright, let them handle it. Let’s focus on our meal,” Gemma Letcher, Natasha’s grandmother, said with a smile and signaled everyone to continue eating.

Three minutes later, in the Ballard family’s living room, Simon sat at the head of the table near the entrance. Jonathan and his brothers took seats to his left, arranged in order of age.

The butler soon returned, and he led several people inside.

At the front was a young man with striking features and a commanding presence. His sharp eyes gleamed with a cold intensity. This was Anders Mosey, one of Oakvale’s four princes, also known as the “Veros Warrior”.

Behind him was an elderly man with white hair, accompanied by two broad- shouldered middle-aged men.

The elderly man was around Simon’s age. Though his face was weathered, his energy was unmistakable. He walked with a deliberate, almost regal gait. His hands were clasped behind his back, exuding an air of authority.

Zack commanded immense respect within the Mosey family, and no one dared to cross him. Even Seamus had to

two middle-aged men behind Zack, they were grandmasters and consultants

and Mr. Jonathan, Mr.

nod. His warm smile and effortless charm immediately

beforehand that a distinguished guest like you was visiting?

unannounced visit, Your Lordship.

immediately understood Simon’s subtle hint, but instead of playing the fool, he responded calmly

proud and haughty man. At such a young age, he held

today, he was nothing like the forceful figure they knew. It seemed as if he had

he become

what brings you to

toward the elderly man. “This is my granduncle, Zack Mosey. He’s a highly respected member

heard so much about you,” Simon

heard of Zack, the third elder of the Mosey family. While Zack wasn’t as famous as his two older brothers,

been a while, Duke

as ever-your reputation certainly precedes you,” Zack said

on his face, just a stiff, almost forced expression. Deep down,

power among the four ancient houses. The Ballard, Fallon,

a few years to live. Once Simon passed away, the

Simon said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He could tell