An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2552

Chapter 2552

The Treasure Pavilion stood at the heart of the inner city, a place known for its exclusivity.

Inside, it offered rare treasures—elixirs, enchanted weapons, and powerful secret techniques. Only the wealthy elite and highly skilled martial artists dared to step through its doors. Ordinary people couldn’t afford anything here.

At that moment, inside the Treasure Pavilion…

An elderly man with silver hair reclined comfortably in a lounge chair, casually listening to an opera performance. A small teapot sat beside him, and he occasionally took a sip directly from its spout, clearly enjoying his quiet afternoon.

Screech!

Suddenly, the sound of tires skidding to a halt shattered the calm. A luxury car stopped sharply outside the entrance, leaving black marks across the pavement.

Before the vehicle even came to a full stop, Matthias had already flung the door open and jumped out.

“I need to see the owner. It’s urgent!” he barked as he rushed inside, his tone full of authority.

The old man didn’t move from his recliner. Eyes half-closed, he replied lazily, “Customer, I assume you know the rules here. We only see guests by appointment. No exceptions.”

“I’m Second Prince Matthias!” he snapped, flashing his golden insignia. “I’m here to speak to your master. Delay me again, and you’ll answer for it!”

“Ah, so it’s His Royal Highness,” the old man said, offering a half-hearted salute with no effort to rise. “My apologies. But rules are rules. No appointment, no entry.”

Matthias’s face darkened. “What’s your problem?! I’ll tear this whole place down if you keep wasting my time!”

He was already on edge, desperate for help, and this old man’s dismissive attitude only made things worse.

“If Your Highness chooses to demolish the Treasure Pavilion,” the man said coldly, finally opening his eyes, “I’ll still say the same thing.”

“You—!” Matthias was seething, his scalp tingling with rage. He looked like he might strike at any second.

Then he remembered something.

Seamus’s token.

With a flick of his wrist, he pulled it out and shoved it in front of the old man’s face. “Take a good look! This is your master’s token. With this, you have to help me—no exceptions!”

The old man’s expression changed immediately. He stood up at once and examined the jade pendant closely. His brows furrowed.

“This token… isn’t it supposed to be with Prince Mosey?” he muttered.

Matthias’s eyes lit up. “You know it? You must be the shopkeeper then.”

The fact that this man recognized the token—and even knew Prince Mosey’s name—confirmed his identity.

“Yes, I’m the owner here,” the man said seriously. “So the pendant was given to you by Prince Mosey?”

“That’s right.” Matthias nodded. “I’m in serious trouble. Uncle Mosey told me to come here and give this to you. He said you’re the only one who can help.”

The old man let out a long sigh. “Prince Mosey once saved my life. I owe him a debt. But Second Prince, you have power, influence, and countless experts under your command. If even you can’t handle the problem, I’m not sure I can.”

“If it were something ordinary, I wouldn’t be here,” Matthias said. “But this involves the God King Zeus. I need the old supervisor’s help. You’re the only one who can convince him to come out of seclusion.”

Matthias laid everything on the table. No more hiding.

The old man’s eyes sharpened as he listened. “So the God King of the Pantheon has gone this far? Do they really think Dragonmarsh has no one left to stand up to them?”

Matthias clasped his fists and bowed. “Sir, I was rude earlier. I apologize. But right now, our nation is in danger. I beg you—go to the old supervisor and ask him to act!”

The old man looked conflicted. “My father has long since withdrawn from the world. He wants nothing to do with worldly affairs.”

“Please, at least try. If anyone can change his mind, it’s you,” Matthias pleaded earnestly. “Right now, only the old supervisor has the power to turn things around.”

The old man was silent for a moment.

Then he gave a slow nod. “I’ll give it a try. But I can’t promise anything.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Wait here, Your Highness. I won’t be long.”

With that, the old man disappeared into the back room.

Matthias stood near the doorway, pacing anxiously. His thoughts raced.

What if it’s already too late?

What if Zeus has already left the mansion after killing everyone?

Even if he could persuade the old supervisor to intervene, what good would it do if the enemy had already vanished?

The minutes dragged on like hours. Finally, after the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the old man returned.

“Well? What did the old supervisor say?” Matthias asked anxiously.

“He refuses to involve himself in political conflicts,” the old man said. “But out of respect for Prince Mosey, he’s offering this instead.” He handed Matthias a small white silk bag. “This brocade bag should be enough to save you.”

Matthias took the bag and frowned. “A brocade bag?”

He couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed.

How’s a bag supposed to scare off Zeus, the King of Gods? Is this some kind of joke?