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.

a final kick that lingers. Definitely

mouth agape. "It's practically see- through! How can that be

glass. "Don't lie to us, Master Jude. That's got 'forged' written all over

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

kidding me? The legendary vintage

family turned

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

were ever produced. Most of then

room started to realize the gravity of their

a

taste a sip of this

Jude

generala hundredth biru. As though

The flavors... they're out

it worth?" Jack asked, suddenly

unforgettable. And now here

almost fearful.

point. Nobody's selling, and serious collectors would pay a fortune. But if you twisted my arm, I'd

million dollars?" someone choke

pin drop. Marco's precious

as instantly overshadowed.

afford something like that? Master

about this?"

"Yeah!" Jack barked.

together bus

of wine? This all sounds like some big

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

shrugged. "A friend of mine gave

at him

you lying thief."

me.'

"1

'friend handed it over just

stole it,

who had been salivating at the prospect of seeing Alex

Why else would you

wine, if not

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

decade, Alex. Was

gave them all a tired

Abraham to enjoy, not any of you. Funny how you all called it pig swill five minutes ago, but now you're so sure it must be

hissed. "It's one or the other:

eyes. “That's enough drama for