An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2533

Chapter 2533

Nathaniel’s mansion was massive—almost like a maze.

Even though Dustin had the architectural plans with him, he still had to stay sharp and double-check his surroundings as he walked through the estate.

After all, there’s always a gap between what’s on paper and what things actually look like in real life.

Led by a maid, Dustin followed her through winding paths. It wasn’t until after what felt like a cup of tea’s worth of walking that he finally arrived at a garden courtyard.

The courtyard was spacious and quiet, filled with birdsong and blooming flowers. It was a peaceful, secluded spot.

“Mr. Rhys, please rest here. If you need anything, just let me know,” the maid said, bowing politely. Her gaze lingered on Dustin, full of admiration and gentle anticipation.

She had seen his performance in the martial arts arena and knew he was a highly respected guest of His Highness.

If she could catch the attention of such an influential figure, her fortunes might change overnight.

“That’s alright. You may go—I won’t need any assistance here,” Dustin said with a wave of his hand.

The maid hesitated. “But…”

“Don’t worry. I’ll explain it to the Third Prince. You won’t get in trouble,” Dustin reassured her.

“Understood. Please enjoy your rest, Mr. Rhys. I’ll take my leave.” A trace of disappointment flashed across her face, but she had no choice but to turn and walk away.

She had always considered herself beautiful—someone people couldn’t help but take a second glance at.

Sometimes, Her Highness would even use her appearance to win over important guests.

But today, the charm she’d always relied on didn’t seem to work on Dustin at all.

In fact, from the moment they met, he hadn’t looked at her twice.

For the first time, she wondered if she was getting older—had she lost the allure she once had?

After sending the maid away, Dustin stepped into the bedroom, closed the door, and pulled out the architectural plans he had brought with him.

Even though he was already familiar with them, he needed to reanalyze based on what he had just seen—just to be safe.

“Mr. Rhys…”

A clear voice called out from outside.

Dustin frowned. He had told the maid to leave—who was disturbing him now?

He got up, opened the door, and found a woman in a light pink gauze dress standing at the entrance.

She had a graceful figure, snow-white skin, and bright, intelligent eyes. Her beauty was striking.

This woman was none other than Wynter, known as “Matchmaker,” ranked eighth on the Beauty Ranking.

“Mr. Rhys, I’ve heard so much about you. I came today hoping to meet you in person. I hope I’m not intruding.” Wynter gave a slight bow. Her smile was like a gentle spring breeze—warm, soft, and disarming.

“You’re a guest—please, come in,” Dustin said courteously, stepping aside to let her enter.

The room already carried a faint floral scent, and now with Wynter’s subtle perfume blending in, the space seemed even more elegant and charming.

“Mr. Rhys, I heard about your skills in the martial arts arena. Seeing it with my own eyes today, I must say—your reputation is well-earned,” Wynter said as she took a seat and sipped from her teacup. “I don’t know much about martial arts myself, but I greatly admire people like you.”

“You flatter me, Wynter,” Dustin replied with a small smile. “My skills are hardly worth mentioning. You, on the other hand, are well known not just for your beauty, but for your talent. That’s truly impressive.”

Though he had never met her before, Dustin had heard of Wynter.

She was the favored courtesan under Nathaniel’s roof—accomplished in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Her beauty and talent weren’t something ordinary people had a chance to witness.

Whenever important guests visited, Nathaniel would often ask Wynter to perform.

But this was the first time someone had been sent directly to him.

It seemed Nathaniel was pulling out all the stops.

“Mr. Rhys, you’re too kind. I’m just trying to survive in this world with whatever little skills I have. But you’ve achieved so much at such a young age. I wonder—do you have any hobbies?” she asked, covering her mouth as she smiled sweetly.

“In my free time, I sometimes play chess. It helps me relax,” Dustin answered calmly.

“Oh, how lovely! I also enjoy playing chess. Since fate has brought us together today, would you be willing to play a game with me?” Her eyes sparkled with interest—and something more.

She knew she was just a tool Nathaniel had trained. Sooner or later, she’d be used to win favor from someone important.

If she had to give herself to someone, she’d rather it be someone like Dustin—a man of strength and dignity—than some fat, lecherous official.

“Since you’re interested, I’d be happy to,” Dustin replied without hesitation.

He couldn’t afford to appear distant or disinterested—doing so might raise suspicion.

He wasn’t here for wealth, fame, or women.

So, what was he here for?

Better to keep up appearances for now.

“Someone, bring me my chessboard,” Wynter ordered the maid beside her.

“Yes, ma’am.” The maid quickly returned with a delicate, beautifully crafted chess set.

The black and white pieces gleamed softly under the sunlight.

The two sat across from each other and began their match.

Wynter played black, her movements graceful and refined.

Though her opening seemed casual, it was filled with clever strategy.

Dustin stayed calm, responding steadily with confidence and skill.

“Mr. Rhys, I heard that His Highness holds you in high regard,” Wynter said as she gently moved a piece. “He hopes you’ll join his army. With your strength, the two of you together could make a real mark in Oakvale.”