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.

similar expressions, like Jovian wasn’t worth acknowledging. It seemed like they were

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

Jovian Ballard. As soon as he heard you wanted to

their invitation, so it would only be polite for

you anymore. You can leave now.” Warrick waved him off like he was nothing more than

power or influence had no

this…” Boston glanced around

out behind closed doors was another matter

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

need to repeat myself?” Warrick shot him a

when did a mere assistant general get so arrogant that he think he can defy Mr. Prescott’s orders? Do you have

you can wait outside. I’ll talk to these gentlemen. With their status, I’m sure they won’t make things difficult for

nodded reluctantly. “Okay. I’ll wait

already agreed that they would immediately notify Austin

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

Was his boldness a sign