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.

composed, showing no sign of fear. He picked up his teacup and took a slow sip, though the faint tremor in his fingers betrayed the immense pressure bearing down on

is this 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

yet you dare speak to me like this? Do you have no respect

“Insubordination?” Jovian chuckled.

“Firstly, you’re a Major General in West Lucozia, and I’m a

here. And thirdly, have I done anything out of

his eyes burned with fury, and his killing intent flooded

plummeted, and frost crept over the wine bottles on the

unfazed, but Percival was visibly shivering though

fabricate a charge and throw me

the castle. Tomorrow, I have an audience with Lord Austin. If you arrest me tonight, how exactly

darker.

dare. I’m merely reminding

got some nerve,” Warrick growled through

he had to consider the consequences of

direct heir of the Ballard family. Detaining him wouldn’t

been personally invited to the castle and had spoken at length with Austin. If they arrested