An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2739

Chapter 2739

“The situation at the Mosey Prince’s residence is still unclear. You need to be careful.” Natasha rarely showed concern so openly. “Life would be unbearably dull without an opponent like you.”

Dahlia’s soft laughter came through the phone. “Relax. I won’t die before you do.”

“Hmph.” Natasha snorted and ended the call.

“What did she say?” Dustin asked at last.

“She confirmed that Frost is behind everything,” Natasha replied, slipping her phone away. “She also warned me to stay alert. Things inside the Mosey family are no longer peaceful.”

She paused, her expression turning serious. “She said an unknown force has stepped in. Even she can’t control the situation anymore.”

Dustin frowned. “Frost… I remember him. Ambitious to the core. But if even Dahlia finds this troublesome, then whoever’s involved isn’t simple.”

“She mentioned it might be connected to those ‘special figures’ that have recently appeared in Oakvale.” Natasha stared out the car window. “Do you think it could be the two people you ran into at the park?”

“Very likely,” Dustin said. “Their methods were far beyond what ordinary martial artists are capable of.”

By the time they returned to the villa, night had fully fallen.

Natasha decided to stay over. The two of them made a simple dinner together, then sat quietly in the living room, eating as the news played on television.

The broadcast reported a bizarre incident from earlier that afternoon. A villa in Oakvale’s suburbs had suddenly gone up in flames. The fire was massive, and when firefighters arrived, they discovered the temperature at the center was abnormally high. The burn patterns were strange—nothing like those of an ordinary fire.

Even more disturbing, three charred bodies were found at the scene. Preliminary forensic analysis indicated the victims had already been dead before the fire began.

“This…” Natasha frowned. “Could it be connected to those ‘special individuals’?”

Dustin stared at the screen for several seconds before replying, “Possibly. But for now, all we can do is wait.”

She sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder. “I was hoping for a few peaceful days. Tell me—who exactly are these people? Why are they interfering with the mortal world?”

“I don’t know,” Dustin said, shaking his head. “But since they’ve already revealed themselves, something big is coming.”

They talked late into the night before Natasha retired to the guest room.

Dustin returned to his own room, but sleep refused to come. He stood by the window, gazing at the city lights below, a vague sense of unease tightening in his chest.

These peaceful days wouldn’t last much longer.

Meanwhile, on the opposite side of Oakvale, the atmosphere inside a grand mansion was so oppressive it felt suffocating.

This was the residence of the Wiebe family, a well-known upper-middle-class household in Oakvale.

With businesses spanning real estate and import-export trade, the Wiebes were considered a prominent family.

Yet at this moment, dozens of family members were kneeling in the main hall, bodies trembling, scarcely daring to breathe.

Seated at the head of the hall was a female cultivator who appeared to be in her early thirties.

She wore a flowing light-purple gown, her long hair pinned with a jade hairpin. Her features were strikingly beautiful, but her eyes carried a sharp, hostile edge.

One leg crossed over the other, she slowly rotated a jade cup in her hand while her cold gaze swept across the kneeling crowd.

Standing beside her was a boy no older than six.

He was exquisitely handsome, dressed in fine brocade robes, yet his expression held an arrogance and cruelty far beyond his age.

A leather whip hung loosely from his hand. Every so often, he snapped it sharply, the crack echoing through the hall. The children kneeling in the front row flinched, instinctively shrinking into their parents’ arms.

“Old Master Wiebe,” the female cultivator said coldly, “is this how your family treats its guests? You can’t even brew a proper cup of tea?”

The white-haired elder at the front—Mindey Wiebe, head of the family—kowtowed repeatedly. “Fairy, please calm your anger! It was the servants’ incompetence. I’ll have them remake it at once!”

“No need.” She waved dismissively. “There’s nothing in your Wiebe family worth praising. If not for the auspicious fortune of this residence, I would’ve left long ago.”

Turning slightly, she asked the boy beside her, “Loreo, what do you think of this place?”

Loreo pursed his lips. “It’s boring, Mom. Not even a decent toy. And these people are so clumsy. That girl almost scalded me while pouring tea.”

“Oh?” Her gaze hardened. “Which girl?”

The boy pointed toward a young woman kneeling in the corner.

She was in her early twenties—a distant niece of the family named Yuru Wiebe, who usually helped with household chores.

The moment she was singled out, her body began to tremble violently, tears filling her eyes.

“Fairy, please spare me!” Yuru begged, kowtowing again and again. “I—I didn’t mean it. My hands were shaking… I was just too nervous.”

“Nervous?” the female cultivator sneered. “You were nervous pouring tea for my son? Or do you think he isn’t worthy of what you served?”

“No! Absolutely not!” Yuru cried, slamming her forehead against the floor until blood seeped out.

“Mother,” Loreo added impatiently, pointing at his lapel, “she got my clothes wet. This is the robe you brought back for me. She ruined it.”

Yuru’s face drained of all color.

The female cultivator slowly rose to her feet and walked toward her, her voice icy.

“Since you can’t even pour tea properly,” she said, “then those hands of yours are useless.”