The Almighty Dominance

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.

me? Don't be ridiculous. This is exquisite-smooth, velvety, with a final kick that lingers. Definitely not fake. This is the real deal: a priceless aged wine." The

Jack said, mouth agape. "It's practically see- through! How

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

voice was calm but firm. When Jack handed it over, Jude's

Are you kidding me? The

entire family turned

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of 1945 Romanée-Conti,

before the vineyard was uprooted to fight off phylloxera. Only 600 bottles were ever produced. Most of then were either drunk or went

started to

labeled a

was lucky enough to taste a sip of

Jude

As though savoring

glass. The flavors... they're

much is it worth?" Jack asked,

unforgettable. And now here

almost fearful.

a fortune. But if you twisted my arm, I'd say upwards of a million or two

million dollars?"

could've heard a pin

as instantly overshadowed.

jaw tightened. "How on earth could Alex possibly afford something like that? Master Jude, are

about this?"

"Yeah!" Jack barked.

together bus fare. Where would he get two

This all sounds like

in the bottle, not how he got

shrugged. "A friend of mine gave

at him

you lying thief."

me.'

"1

it over just like that. Sounds more

stole it,

seeing Alex humiliated, latched onto this

Why

rarest wine, if not to pretend

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

than a decade, Alex. Was showing off really worth

them all a tired

whatever nonsense you want. It's for Granddad Abraham to enjoy, not any of you. Funny how you all called it

Florence hissed. "It's one or the

his eyes. “That's enough drama for one