An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

The following morning, Jovian stood at the entrance of West Lucozia Airport, wearing a sharp suit.

Before the trip, he had contacted his comrade with whom he had fought side by side in the military. After earning military merit and with the Ballard family’s influence, he was fortunate enough to stay in Oakvale and secure a decent position.

His comrade, on the other hand, had moved to West Lucozia to carve out a life for himself. Years of hard work had paid off – he was now a third-rank general with considerable power, influence, and a strong network of connections.

Jovian’s meeting with the Prince of West Lucozia would depend entirely on his comrade’s connections.

Just then, the roar of an engine cut through the air as a military jeep pulled up beside him. The window rolled down, and the first thing that came into view was a bald head gleaming in the sunlight like a lightbulb. The glare nearly blinded him.

Under that shiny dome was a face that looked ordinary at first glance. But what stood out was the man’s thick neck-wider than his head-and his massive frame, built like a bear. This was Jovian’s comrade, Boston Graham.

“Boston?” Jovian squinted as he studied the figure before him with a hint of doubt. He wasn’t sure if he had the right person.

He recalled Boston had a full head of hair and a lean frame several years ago. But now, he was bulked up and completely bald. Without that familiar face, Jovian might not have recognized him.

“Jovian! Long time no see. I’ve missed you! “Boston jumped out of the car and immediately pulled him into a bear hug. He squeezed so tightly that Jovian gasped for air and nearly choked.

“Take it easy. You’re going to break my ribs,” Jovian gritted out as he struggled to break free.

time, you haven’t put on a single pound? You’re so scrawny!” Boston finally loosened his grip and gave him a once-over with mock

bit. But you… How did you turn into a tank?” Jovian’s

sure what to

I’m the center of attention

flexing his biceps and striking a few

Enough showing off. What about the favor I asked you? Any updates?” Jovian

eat first. We’ll talk while we’re at it,” Boston said, throwing his arm around Jovian’s shoulder. Without giving him a chance to object, he shoved him into the

the city center. The place was so popular that patrons had to make

with a broad grin and personally escorted them to a VIP room on the second floor. He even arranged for two women

he wasn’t interested in distractions

each arm, he made the most of it as he enjoyed their company. It wasn’t until three rounds of drinks and several dishes later that he finally

drank, and had your fun. Isn’t it time we talk business? “Jovian finally couldn’t

it is the prince doesn’t just meet with anyone. Even I have to submit a formal request, explain what it’s about, and then wait to see if he’s available. For outsiders, it’s even harder,” Boston explained as he sipped his drink. He shook his head to emphasize how difficult the matter

of options. That’s why I need your help. I hope you’ll go the extra mile for me,” Jovian said as

understood the importance of playing by the rules of human connections. While they shared some camaraderie, that was

drinks was one thing, but if he wanted Boston to take action, he would

really need to go through all this formality between us?” Boston feigned

can’t let you shoulder the costs. If word got out, people would talk behind my back.” Jovian slid the box closer