An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“Gentlemen, you certainly have a refined sense of humor.” Jovian took another sip of tea. “But I’m not exactly a brave man. I startle easily, so I’d appreciate it if you kept the jokes to a minimum.”

“Of course.” Huxley smiled and nodded. ”

Just some lighthearted banter to break the ice. If we’ve offended you, I apologize on behalf of Mr. Prescott. Please don’t take it to heart.”

Jovian’s expression eased slightly at that.

Since he had the nerve to attend this trap-laden dinner, he wasn’t afraid of a few threats. He wouldn’t mind sharing information with them if they were willing to have a proper conversation.

But they had tried to strong-arm him.

Their words were laced with veiled threats and demands as if he were someone they could push around.

Naturally, that didn’t sit well with him. He just didn’t let it show-for now.

“There’s no need for an apology. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way,” Jovian said flatly. He stood to leave and felt that continuing this conversation was pointless.

“Hold on.” Huxley quickly got up to stop him.

He smiled and said, “Since you’re already here, why not make yourself comfortable? We’ve barely exchanged a few words and haven’t even finished our tea. People might think we’ve been poor hosts if you leave now.”

With that, he strode forward and warmly guided Jovian back to his seat.

hardline approach, Huxley knew when to switch tactics. If force didn’t work, charm might. After all,

tone remained indifferent. Although he had taken his seat

same page here, I’ll get to

chaotic lately. At a time like this, West Lucozia’s stance is crucial. So tell me has Lord Austin said anything to you? Which side is His Highness

Jovian tried to play dumb now,

Sir Thatcher, I would’ve gotten what you meant right away. There’s no need for all

tell you anything?” Huxley unconsciously leaned forward, his tone edged

Warrick perked up as they were

unfortunately, Lord Austin didn’t

him for hours. You

Keeping secrets isn’t fair.” Huxley narrowed his

his face had

the truth,” Jovian said seriously. “I asked Lord Austin about these matters, but

little punk! Do you think we’re fools? Do you really expect

slammed his fist on the table,

calm down.” Huxley quickly intervened to stop the increasingly

offering something in return. Here’s the deal-tell us the truth, and the three of us will owe you a favor. No matter what trouble you run

What do you say?”

mind, this was a generous offer. Three high-ranking officials were willing to back Jovian. That was worth