An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“Well… some things are better left unsaid, but I believe you understand what I’m getting at,” Percival said gravely.

“I’m afraid I don’t, Mr. Wentworth. You’ll have to forgive my ignorance.” Jovian’s tone was measured and composed.

“You…” Percival’s expression darkened.

Judging by Jovian’s demeanor when he first arrived, Percival had assumed that he was someone who knew how to read between the lines. Yet now, he was feigning ignorance, making it clear that he wasn’t taking Percival seriously.

“Enough, Mr. Wentworth. Let me handle this.”

Warrick took over the conversation and got straight to the point. “Jovian, right? Let’s not waste time. We know why you’re here. The only question is-what have you found out?”

“And what kind of information are you referring to, Sir Prescott?” Jovian asked.

Warrick slammed a palm onto the table, and his face darkened. “Don’t play dumb with me, brat. I don’t have time for games. If you don’t start talking, don’t blame me if I stop showing the Ballard family any respect.”

As he spoke, an oppressive force exploded from his body and crashed into Jovian.

To rise to the rank of Major General in the State Guard of West Lucozia, one needed more than just an impressive military record-immense personal strength was essential. The sheer pressure of a developed grandmaster’s presence was something few could withstand.

as if a boulder had settled on his chest. But he remained composed, showing no sign of fear. He picked up his teacup and took a slow sip,

a dinner invitation or an interrogation?” he asked coolly. “My family may not be among the great families, but we’re not pushovers. If this is how the conversation will go,

like thunder. ” You’re just a low-ranking officer, yet you dare speak to me like this? Do you have no respect for authority? I could

“Insubordination?” Jovian chuckled.

you’re a Major General in West Lucozia, and I’m a government official in Oakvale.

Rank doesn’t mean a damn thing here. And thirdly, have I done anything out of line

His chest heaved, his eyes burned with fury, and his killing intent

and frost crept over the wine bottles on the

Percival was visibly shivering though

“Of course, with your authority as the Major General, you could fabricate a charge and throw me in a cell. I wouldn’t

me remind you. I’m a guest of the castle. Tomorrow, I have an audience with Lord Austin. If you arrest me tonight, how exactly do you plan to

turned even darker. ” Are you threatening

dare. I’m merely reminding

Warrick growled through clenched teeth,

seriously before, but now, he

of the Ballard family. Detaining him wouldn’t be

had spoken at length with Austin. If they arrested Jovian the moment he