The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 140

Chapter 142

Jack leaned back in his chair, smirking like a predator who'd already caught his prey.

"You might as well start stripping, you broke bastard. Once that wine master shows up, you're gonna be running down the street butt-naked. And if you don't, I'll make sure you limp for the rest of your life."

Alex let out a dry laugh.

"You really shouldn't count your chickens before they hatch. It's embarrassing watching you gloat this early."

Before Jack could retort, the front door burst open.

A man in a crisp business suit hurried in, breathless.

"I hear there's an old bottle of wine waiting to be tested," he declared, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Master Jude! You made it," Jack said, beckoning him over. "Thanks for dashing right over. I need you to confirm something

for me."

But Jude didn't spare Jack more than a quick glance.

He spotted the open bottles on the table and strode straight to them.

"Is that a 2005 Romanée-Conti? That's at least a hundred grand a pop, right?"

Jack puffed out his chest. "Bingo. Brought in by Marco here-only the best, of course!"

Florence fussed over Marco, batting her lashes.

"What a gentleman, bringing us such a gra

gift. Not like some folks who show up with gutter-grade poison."

"Poison?" Jude repeated, his brows knitting together.

Florence pointed at a nearly transparent wine in a glass. "That dirty scoundrel brought this swill, probably hoping we'd all drop dead."

Jack rolled his eyes dramatically.

"We're lucky we noticed before anyone drank it. God knows what that lunatic might've done to us."

Ignoring their cries, Jude picked up the glass, swirled it, gave it a sniff, then downed the whole thing in one shot.

Immediately, his eyes seemed to spark with excitement.

"Master Jude, what are you doing?!" Jack yelped, nearly tripping over himself. "That stuff could kill you!"

Instead of choking, Jude looked downright euphoric.

that lingers. Definitely not fake. This is the real deal: a priceless

agape. "It's practically

a finger at the glass. "Don't lie to us,

see that bottle." Jude's voice was calm but firm. When Jack handed it over, Jude's hands shook as he read

kidding me? The legendary vintage

entire family turned

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story of 1945 Romanée-Conti,

year before the vineyard was uprooted to fight off phylloxera. Only 600 bottles were ever produced. Most of then were either drunk or went missing over the decades. It's the Holy Grail

to

basically labeled a

was lucky enough to taste a

Jude

As though savoring the

flavors...

worth?" Jack asked,

mouthful was unforgettable. And now

almost fearful.

collectors would pay a fortune. But if you twisted my arm, I'd say upwards of

million dollars?" someone choke

heard a pin

as instantly overshadowed.

on earth could Alex possibly afford something like that? Master Jude, are you absolutely

about this?"

"Yeah!" Jack barked.

bus fare. Where would he get two

a bottle of wine? This all sounds like some

hand. "I only know what's in the bottle, not how he

friend of mine

him like

you lying thief."

me.'

"1

it over just like that. Sounds more like

stole it,

who had been salivating at the prospect of seeing

Why else would you

with the world's rarest wine, if

folded his arms, feigning concern. "Stealing a wine like

than a decade, Alex. Was

them all a tired

of you. Funny how you all called

hissed. "It's one or the other: you faked it,

“That's enough

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