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.

kick that lingers. Definitely not fake. This is the real deal: a priceless aged wine." The room

Jack said, mouth agape.

a finger at the glass. "Don't lie to us, Master Jude. That's

but firm. When Jack handed

you kidding me? The

entire family turned

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all familiar with the story of 1945 Romanée-Conti, right? Jude

were ever produced.

room started to realize the gravity of

a masterpiece worthless

was lucky enough to taste a

Jude

As though savoring the

flavors... they're out of

it worth?" Jack asked,

mouthful was unforgettable. And now

almost fearful.

But if you

dollars?" someone choke

pin drop. Marco's

as instantly overshadowed.

afford something like

about this?"

"Yeah!" Jack barked.

bus fare. Where

This

there," Jude said, raising a hand. "I only know what's in the bottle, not how he

of mine gave

glowered at him like

you lying thief."

me.'

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"Sure, a 'friend handed it over just like that. Sounds more

stole it,

of seeing Alex humiliated, latched onto this

it! Why else would you

with the world's rarest wine, if not to pretend you're

feigning concern. "Stealing a

decade, Alex. Was showing off

all

any of you. Funny how you all called it

our words!" Florence hissed. "It's one or the other: you faked it,

rolled his eyes. “That's enough drama for one