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.

a final kick that lingers. Definitely not fake. This is the

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

glass. "Don't lie to us, Master

When Jack handed it over, Jude's

Are you kidding me? The legendary vintage

family turned

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story of 1945 Romanée-Conti, right? Jude

off phylloxera. Only 600 bottles were ever produced. Most of then were either drunk

to realize

basically labeled a

enough to taste a sip of this

Jude

hundredth biru. As though savoring the

full glass. The flavors... they're out of this

is it worth?" Jack asked, suddenly

unforgettable. And now

almost fearful.

serious collectors would pay a fortune. But if you twisted my arm, I'd say upwards of a million or two on the

million dollars?" someone

heard a pin drop. Marco's precious hundred-grand

as instantly overshadowed.

possibly afford something like that? Master

about this?"

"Yeah!" Jack barked.

barely scrape together bus fare. Where would he get

wine? This all sounds like

there," Jude said, raising a hand. "I only know what's in the

"A friend of

glowered at him like he

you lying thief."

me.'

"1

'friend handed it over

stole it,

at the prospect of seeing Alex humiliated, latched onto

it! Why else

wine, if not

arms, feigning concern. "Stealing a wine like

more than a decade, Alex. Was

gave them all

not any of you. Funny how you all called it pig swill five minutes ago, but now

one or the

his eyes. “That's

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