An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

After making up his mind, Jovian no longer hesitated. He instructed the driver to make a U-turn and head straight to the meeting place.

The meeting location was in a restaurant not far from the castle. It was only a ten-minute drive from where they had turned back.

When Jovian and Boston walked inside, they found the place nearly empty. There were no guests in sight, just a few receptionists. It looked like the restaurant had been cleared out just for them.

“Sir, please follow me. Sir Prescott is waiting for you upstairs,” the restaurant owner personally greeted them and led them to a private room on the second floor.

Warrick, Huxley, and Percival were leisurely drinking tea inside the room. The three chatted and laughed, but their conversation stopped the moment Jovian and Boston entered. All three turned their attention to Jovian.

They were quite curious about him. He had been privately invited by Austin and even stayed for dinner at the castle. It was a privilege none of them had ever received. However, upon seeing Jovian in person, the three were somewhat disappointed.

Jovian was of average height and had an unremarkable appearance-nothing about him stood out at first glance. But there was something about the way he carried himself. Back straight, shoulders squared -he looked like a man who didn’t bow to pressure.

“You’re here. Sit down,” Warrick said dryly as he gave Jovian a once-over.

He didn’t stand or offer a greeting. Instead, he remained seated with an air of complete indifference. It felt less like a dinner invitation and more like a superior addressing a subordinate. He gave off an air of cool detachment.

Jovian wasn’t worth acknowledging. It

power play and frowned slightly, but he didn’t dare voice his frustration. Instead, he forced a smile and tried to ease

As soon as he heard you

honor their invitation, so it would only be polite

Warrick waved

no power or influence had no place in their

this…” Boston glanced around

out behind closed doors was another matter entirely. Without him accompanying Jovian, there was no telling if

wrong, Boston would have to answer for it-not just to the Ballard family,

My orders don’t count anymore? Do I need to repeat myself?” Warrick shot him a cold,

so arrogant that he think he can defy Mr. Prescott’s orders? Do you have a death

can wait outside. I’ll talk to these gentlemen. With their status, I’m sure

reluctantly. “Okay.

agreed that they would immediately notify

door to the private room closed, the atmosphere became more tense. But Jovian seemed unfazed and

demeanor made the three men uneasy. Was his