The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 142

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.

“Kill me? Don’t be ridiculous. This is exquisite–smooth, velvety, with a final kick that lingers. Definitely not fake. This is the real deal: a priceless aged wine.”

The room fell silent.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jack said, mouth agape. “It’s practically see–through! How can that be legit?”

Florence jabbed a finger at the glass. “Don’t lie to us, Master Jude. That’s got ‘forged‘ written all over it!”

“Let me see that bottle.” Jude’s voice was calm but firm. When Jack handed it over, Jude’s hands shook as he read the label.

“Romanée–Conti, 1945… Are you kidding me? The legendary vintage itself.”

“What?” The entire family turned ghostly pale.

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“You’re all familiar with the story of 1945 Romanée–Conti, right? Jude continued, glancing around the table..

Itwas the final year before the vineyard was uprooted to fight off phylloxera. Only 600 bottles were ever produced. Most of then were either drunk or went missing over the decades. It’s the Holy Grail of wines.”

The rest of the room started to realize the gravity of their accusation.

They’d basically labeled a masterpiece worthless trash.

“I was lucky enough to taste a sip of this s once,”

Jude

arties generala hundredth biru. As though savoring the memory.

getting a full glass. The flavors… they’re out of this world.”

“How much is it worth?” Jack asked, suddenly look

Even that single mouthful was unforgettable. And now here I am,

almost fearful.

“Honestly, it’s 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 two on the auction circuit.”

“Two million dollars?” someone choke 100

You could’ve heard a pin drop. Marco’s precious hundred–grand bottle

as instantly overshadowed.

Florence’s jaw tightened. “How on earth could Alex possibly afford something like that? Master Jude, are you absolutely sure

about this?”

“Yeah!” Jack barked.

“The guy can barely scrape together bus fare. Where would he get two million bucks for a bottle of wine? This all sounds like some big scam.”

“Easy there,” Jude said, raising a hand. “I only know what’s in the bottle, not how he got it.” He turned to Alex.

Alex shrugged. “A friend of mine gave it to

Florence glowered at him like he was?

you lying thief.”

me.‘

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a cockroach. “Sure, a ‘friend handed it over just like that. Sounds more like you stole it,

Jack, who had been salivating at the prospect of seeing Alex humiliated, latched onto this new angle with gusto.

“I knew it! Why else would you shou

up with the world’s rarest wine, if not to pretend you’re something special?

Marco folded his arms, feigning concern. “Stealing a wine like this could land you in prison for more than a decade, Alex. Was showing off really worth it?”

Alex gave them all a tired look.

“Believe whatever nonsense you want. It’s for Granddad 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 stolen.”

“Don’t you twist our words!” Florence hissed. “It’s one or the other: you faked it, or you stole it!”

Alex rolled his eyes. “That’s enough drama for one night.”

Abraham set his fork down with a loud clink.