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."

My daughter's got the papers

“I don't get it, Joe. Your daughter's brilliant, but

laughed. "It's called love, my

then paused. "By the way, Joe, your daughter says she wants my

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Chapter 166

Pal Joe, ever since you got outplayed by Kingston, you've

push your luck." Joe barked a short,

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

ignore it, but the pain swelled,

his face as if he'd just run a marathon in a desert.

calling for his bodyguard, face contorted

have been right?" Raymond seethed through gritted teeth, clutching his chest. As his vision blurred, he saw Tony

out as a ragged

the helicopter,

spun with a hundred

the hell would sign away my hotel just to get

hospital's helipad, Tony practically dragged him through

flurry of tests followed, but the conclusion was as humiliating as it was baffling: Raymond was, in

uncertainly. "Are you sure you're in

raspy snarl. "You think I'm faking this? My chest

in surrender. "We... we can't find anything wrong. You might want

Raymond

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

him a

hell can they all be clueless?" Raymond hissed,

shirt as the relentless

on decades of healthy living, but this pain was