The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 166

Chapter 166

Lyra leaned back with a smirk curling her lips. "Well, Uncle Raymond, I'm not sure you resemble anything in particular... but I trust Alex's opinion on the matter."

Raymond snorted so hard it nearly rattled the phone line. "uh! I have no idea how that tiny fraud managed to brainwash you. What's his secret?"

She shrugged with practiced indifference.

"Beats me. Maybe it was just meant to be. Anyway, the clock is ticking. You've got half a day left before our bet closes. If you're still as healthy as an ox by sunset, I'll hand over the goods I promised. But I hope you've set aside your 'payment' for the cure if-and when-you need it."

Raymond's voice turned coarse. "Payment? You're not talking about those rare herbs from my vault, are you?"

Lyra's eyes rolled skyward as if she couldn't believe his stupidity.

“Don't get confused, Uncle. The bet is simple: I wager my entire herb plantation; you wager that precious stash of yours. That's separate from any cure you might suddenly find yourself begging for."

Raymond burst out laughing, the sound harsh and biting. "Oh, you think you'll make a quick buck off me? Fine, let's entertain your nonsense. If I do end up poisoned-and that's a pretty big 'if'-what's your asking price?"

Lyra's smirk grew predatory. "I hear you own Cheval Blanc, the biggest fancy hotel and restaurant in all of Vancouver. Let's have that."

Raymond scoffed, though there was a nervous edge to it. "My Cheval Blanc Hotel? Aren't you ambitious!" 1 "Go big or go home, right? Shoot for the stars, and if you fail, at least you land on the moon,” Lyra quipped. He gave an exaggerated sigh. "Sure, sure. But don't come crying to me when you lose your precious herb plantation. I'm guessing you've already prepared the contract?”

Lyra let out a quiet chuckle. "All drawn up and ready. Just waiting for your signature later today. And I hope you've done the same-wouldn't want you to keel over before you transfer Cheval Blanc to Alex, right? Could be messy finalizing that paperwork after you drop dead."

"Funny," Raymond said through clenched teeth. "Laugh all you want. In half a day, I'll prove that your little miracle worker is nothing but a worthless con artist!" He ended the call with a slam.

Still fueled by his own amusement, Raymond dialed another number right away.

"Hey, Joe Thompson, it's your old pal. Get that plantation contract ready. Because by tonight, it's going straight into my pocket."

worries, old friend. My daughter's got

daughter's brilliant, but she still sticks by that puny swindler. What on earth does she

just laughed. "It's called love, my

she wants

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Chapter 166

Joe, ever since you got outplayed by Kingston, you've been getting sloppy," Raymond

your luck." Joe barked

his tea-only to freeze when a stabbing jolt shot through his chest like

first, he tried to ignore it, but the pain

just run a marathon in a desert. It felt like

his bodyguard, face contorted

gritted teeth, clutching his chest.

out as

scrambled for the helicopter, heading to the

mind spun with a hundred thoughts

food. Why the hell would sign away my hotel just to get some second-rate quack

practically dragged him through the

was as humiliating as it was baffling: Raymond was, in the doctors'

uncertainly. "Are you sure you're in

My chest is on fire! Why

we can't find anything

Raymond spat, storming

it was the same conclusion: perfectly healthy, with no explanation for the searing

a painkiller,

can they all be clueless?" Raymond hissed,

as the relentless agony twisted

of healthy living, but