An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2732

Chapter 2732

At this moment, inside an elegant study within the Mosey’s Mansion.

Seamus—once a king—personally poured tea for the two young visitors seated before him.

The atmosphere here was nothing like the outside world. There was no imperial majesty, no commanding presence—only restraint, caution, and the kind of politeness one showed when standing before someone far more powerful.

Hayden’s expression remained impassive. He merely gave a faint nod in acknowledgment of Seamus’s attentiveness.

Corinne lifted her teacup, gently inhaled the aroma, and took a small sip. Her movements were graceful, her demeanor elegant, yet she carried an aloofness that came naturally, not deliberately.

“The tea is good,” Corinne said calmly.

“This is a rare harvest from the Heavenly Mountains,” Seamus replied with a smile. “If you two esteemed guests enjoy it, I’ll have someone prepare some to send along.”

“Prince Mosey, there’s no need for such formalities,” Hayden said, setting his cup down and getting straight to the point. “Our time is limited. Have you considered what I mentioned last time?”

Seamus’s expression turned solemn. “To be noticed by the Quinton family is an immense honor. However… there is one question weighing on my mind, and I’m unsure whether I should ask it.”

“Speak,” Hayden replied flatly.

“The Quinton family has existed for a thousand years, transcending worldly affairs—cultivating immortality, pursuing the Dao, and never interfering in the rise or fall of secular dynasties,” Seamus said slowly. “Why, then, would you choose me and involve yourselves in the succession of Dragonmarsh’s throne?”

His gaze was sincere, yet sharp—searching for even the slightest crack in their composure.

Hayden and Corinne exchanged a brief glance. Corinne shook her head faintly.

Hayden turned back to Seamus, his eyes deep and unfathomable, like an ancient well.

“That is not something you need to concern yourself with,” he said calmly. “You only need to understand this—the Quinton family has its reasons. If you agree, we will help you ascend to the supreme position and grant you ten years of absolute authority in the mortal realm.”

He paused, his tone unchanging yet oppressive.

“In return, for those ten years, you will obey every order from the Quinton family and serve our clan without question. If you refuse—”

His voice remained steady.

“We can simply choose someone else. Dragonmarsh has three princes, each with their own strengths. Replacing one pawn with another is of little consequence to us.”

A chill shot through Seamus’s spine. Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

Only now did he truly comprehend the terror of a hidden clan that had endured for a millennium.

To them, royalty, power, and empires were no more than ants beneath their feet.

He immediately suppressed all probing thoughts, bowed deeply, and said, “Young Master Quinton, you honor me. To be valued by the Quinton family is already beyond my station. I would never dare harbor doubts. From this moment on, everything is at the Quinton family’s command. I will give my utmost loyalty.”

A faint smile finally appeared on Hayden’s face.

“Very good. Prince Mosey is indeed a smart man. Cooperation is always pleasant when dealing with intelligent people.”

With a flick of his finger, a token engraved with strange cloud-like patterns landed silently on the table before Seamus.

“This is a token—and a means of communication. We will contact you through it when necessary. Do not attempt to reach out on your own. Simply do what you’re instructed to do.”

His gaze sharpened slightly.

“Most importantly, avoid drawing attention. And do not provoke those you shouldn’t.”

The warning carried unmistakable weight.

Seamus accepted the token with both hands. It felt cool, yet impossibly heavy—like Mount Tai resting in his palms.

“Yes. I understand. I will remember it,” he said repeatedly.

“For now, stabilize your position and quietly accumulate strength,” Hayden continued. “When the time is right, I will inform you of the next step.”

With that, Hayden and Corinne rose.

Without any visible movement, their figures blurred—then faded like smoke—vanishing from the study as though they had never been there.

Seamus stood frozen for a long while, clutching the token, his expression tangled with fear, ambition, and uncertainty.

The Quinton family’s sudden involvement in royal affairs—was it a blessing, or a curse?

But with the supreme throne placed before him, he had no reason to refuse.

With their support, he could control Dragonmarsh—perhaps even the entire world.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The sound broke the silence.

“Come in,” Seamus said, regaining his composure.

Frost entered, bowed, and said respectfully, “Godfather, the matter you entrusted to me has been handled.”

“Very good. You’ve worked hard,” Seamus nodded.

“It was no trouble,” Frost replied, puzzled. “But I don’t understand—why would a small company like Dash Corporation require such attention from you?”

“Suppressing Dash Corporation wasn’t my decision,” Seamus said calmly. “I was merely following orders.”

Frost froze. “Orders? Who in this world could command you, Godfather?”

Seamus looked at him. “Have you heard of the Quinton family?”

Frost’s expression changed instantly. “The Quinton family… Could it be that legendary reclusive clan of immortal cultivators?”

“That’s right,” Seamus confirmed. “If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed such a family truly existed.”

“They’ve already approached you?” Frost asked in disbelief.

“Yes,” Seamus said plainly. “They’ve offered to support my ascent to power. The price is ten years of absolute obedience.”

“And… you agreed?” Frost asked carefully.

“Of course,” Seamus nodded. “If I didn’t, they would support someone else—and the Mosey royal line would face disaster. Cultivation families are not enemies we can afford.”

“Godfather is wise,” Frost said, bowing deeply.

“I’m old,” Seamus continued. “Even if I take the throne, my reign won’t last long. Everything I gain will eventually be yours. From now on, you must act cautiously. No mistakes.”

Frost’s face lit up with excitement. “Don’t worry, Godfather. I will never let you down!”

He clenched his fists inwardly.

We’ve been waiting for this.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

And if he could bypass Seamus and establish direct contact with the Quinton family…

Would the outcome be entirely different?