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.

be ridiculous. This is exquisite-smooth, velvety, with a final kick that lingers. Definitely not fake. This

me," Jack said, mouth agape.

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

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

1945... Are you kidding me? The legendary vintage

family

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the story of 1945 Romanée-Conti, right? Jude

ever produced. Most of then were either drunk or went

room started to

labeled a masterpiece worthless

enough to taste

Jude

hundredth biru. As

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

much is it worth?" Jack asked, suddenly

was unforgettable. And now here

almost fearful.

beyond monetary value at this point. Nobody's selling, and serious collectors would pay a fortune. But if you twisted my arm, I'd say upwards of a million or

dollars?" someone choke

a pin drop. Marco's precious

as instantly overshadowed.

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

about this?"

"Yeah!" Jack barked.

can barely scrape together bus fare. Where would he get

This all sounds like some big

what's in the bottle, not how he got it."

"A friend of mine

glowered at him like he

you lying thief."

me.'

"1

it over just

stole it,

been salivating at the prospect of seeing Alex humiliated, latched onto this new

it! Why

rarest wine, if not to pretend you're

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

more than a decade,

them all a

enjoy, not any of you. Funny how you all

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

“That's enough