An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2716

Chapter 2716

Inside a luxury car parked at the base of the Dash Corporation building—

The driver froze in shock as he watched Mateo stumble out, clutching his twisted wrist, face pale and contorted in pain. Terrified, he rushed out of the car.

“Young Master! What happened?!”

“What are you asking for?! Just drive! Get me to the hospital—now! It hurts!” Mateo barked, kicking the driver before scrambling into the back seat.

The driver didn’t dare speak again. He started the car at once and sped toward the nearest hospital.

Mateo sat hunched in the back, trembling, his eyes fixed on his misshapen wrist. Pain throbbed through him, but the rage in his chest burned even hotter, coiling like a venomous snake ready to strike.

Gritting his teeth, he fumbled for his phone and dialed a number with his good hand.

The call connected quickly. A calm—though clearly irritated—man’s voice came through. “Mateo? What is it? I’m in a meeting.”

“Big brother! Someone attacked me! My wrist—it’s broken!” Mateo cried, his voice thick with panic and fury.

“What?!” The man’s tone instantly sharpened. “Who has the guts to touch someone from the Spanner family on our turf?!”

“It was that bitch Natasha’s gigolo! He’s at Dash Corporation! Big brother, you have to help me get revenge! I want him dead! No—no, I want him to wish he was dead! And that bitch Natasha, I’ll—”

“Enough!” his brother snapped. “Go get your injury treated first. I understand the situation. I’ll take care of it. Natasha… Hmph. It seems the Harmon family is getting bolder if they think they can disrespect us. Don’t worry—I’ll get justice for you.”

Hearing his older brother’s firm promise, Mateo finally calmed down—though the hatred in his eyes only deepened.

…

Back in the CEO’s office, security had already cleaned everything up. The bloodstains and scattered roses were gone.

Natasha signaled for her secretary and the guards to leave before closing the door.

She walked over to Logan. “Are you alright?”

Logan gave her a small, easy smile. “It was just a fly buzzing around. Hardly worth mentioning.”

“Mateo belongs to the Spanner family—one of the capital’s royal clans. He may just be a spoiled brat from a collateral branch, but the Spanners are fiercely protective. His older brother, Hayes Spanner, is well-known among their younger generation. He’s ruthless… and he won’t let this go,” Natasha warned.

“The royal Spanner family, huh?” Logan arched a brow and smiled, completely unfazed. “Whatever comes, we’ll deal with it. But you—you’ve clearly been annoyed by this pest for a while.”

Seeing that he wasn’t worried at all, Natasha let out a breath of relief.

“Yes! He’s been driving me insane. If it weren’t for my maternal grandfather’s ties to the Spanners, I would’ve had him thrown out ages ago,” she huffed, a hint of coquettish frustration in her tone.

“If he shows up again, I’ll beat him again.” Logan’s tone was casual, almost lazy, but the underlying dominance was unmistakable.

Natasha felt her heart warm. She slipped her arm through his. “Okay, enough of this. You just got back—no work today. Come shopping with me!”

She picked up the internal line and told her secretary to cancel all meetings and appointments.

Then, with bright enthusiasm, she dragged Logan out for their long-overdue date.

Their first stop: the city’s most upscale luxury shopping plaza.

Glancing at Logan’s slightly worn casual outfit—still unable to hide his natural elegance—Natasha felt a pinch of heartache.

“Come on. Let’s get you something new. My man should wear nothing but the best.”

Without hesitation, she pulled him into a top-tier luxury menswear boutique.

The staff immediately noticed Natasha’s aura—her expensive designer outfit and unmistakable noble poise—and quickly greeted her with full attention.

Natasha personally picked out clothing for Logan: shirts, suits, casual slacks, trench coats… nearly every new seasonal style in the store.

Logan didn’t care about clothes, but he let her indulge to her heart’s content.

When he finally stepped out of the fitting room in a dark, impeccably tailored suit, the atmosphere in the store shifted instantly—almost brightened.

The suit framed his posture perfectly: broad shoulders, slim waist, long legs.

Despite his understated nature, that calm, world-worn steadiness in him blended unexpectedly well with the elite sharpness of the suit, creating a unique kind of charisma.

“Sir, you look incredible in this,” one of the female assistants said sincerely. Even seasoned professionals like them couldn’t help but be impressed.

Natasha’s eyes shimmered with amazement. Her expression glowed with pride.

She walked up to him, straightened his collar with gentle fingers, and admired him from all angles. “Not bad at all. I really do have great taste.”

The female staff exchanged glances—the moment they took in Natasha’s noble beauty and effortless grace, any fleeting thoughts they might’ve had disappeared.

Yes… only a woman like her could stand beside a man like him.