An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

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Anders's smile slowly faded and expressed his displeasure.

"Who dares invade my territory?" he sternly questioned.

"The intruder's identity is unknown, but they're tough! Our guys inside the manor couldn't handle it. Sir, we need

backup now!" a guard reported, respectfully bowing.

"Serious firepower? How many troops are we talking about?" Anders narrowed his eyes.

"Just one person," the guard replied.

"What?" Anders scowled.

"You're telling me you couldn't handle one person? What good are you all?"

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"We messed up, sir. Our apologies!" The guard hung his head in shame.

They should have had this under control with almost a hundred guards in the manor, and they were all elite

warriors.

But the intruder was exceptional, demolishing everything in his way, unstoppable in his drive.

"Sir Anders, whoever this intruder is, we can't let them off easy. Anyone daring to trespass on Jadeleaf Manor needs

to pay with his blood!" Scott, fueled with anger, declared.

"Let's go. It's time to deal with this intruder!" Anders raised his glass for a final swig, then led the crew of followers

outside.

On the manor's lawn, a bloodied figure slowly approached. Broken bodies of guards lay scattered, groaning in pain

with severed limbs.

"Who are you? How dare you cause a ruckus in my territory! Are you looking for trouble?" Anders thundered, his

voice echoing across the manor.

"Scott Mosey, get out here and face the consequences!" Dustin ignored Anders, his gaze fixed on Scott in the

crowd.

Cold and menacing, Dustin's eyes zeroed in on Scott.

"It's you?" Scott squinted, surprised, "I never thought you would still be kicking. Lucky you!"

In theory, Scott's plan was foolproof. Once Lana administered Tranqurin to Dustin, even if he was powerful, he

would be a sitting duck.

Could Lana have betrayed him? Who would sacrifice friends and family for a little boy toy?

"Scott, you know this guy?" Anders turned to Scott.

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"Sir Anders, Dew Balm's making waves, right? This bastard here is the brains behind it. I wanted to collaborate with

him.

"But not only did he say no, but he also had someone poison me, tarnishing the Mosey family's reputation!

"I wanted to school him, but he not only survived but showed up here to mess up your day," Scott explained,

clueless about the gravity of the situation.

"I see." Anders nodded.

"I've heard of Dew Balm. It's a big deal in healing elixirs. I'm intrigued. That'd be a game-changer if we can

monopolize it."

With a three-hundred-thousand-strong army that was always in battle, Anders needed top-tier healing supplies.