An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2740

Chapter 2740

“No—!”

Before Yuru could even finish screaming, the female cultivator had already lifted her hand and flicked it casually through the air.

A flash of purple light burst forth.

Yuru’s hands were severed cleanly at the wrists. Blood sprayed instantly as she let out a shrill scream, then collapsed unconscious.

A wave of muffled gasps and sobs rippled through the hall. No one dared cry out loudly—afraid they might be next.

“Drag her away,” the female cultivator said, waving her hand as if brushing dust from her sleeve.

Two Wiebe family servants stepped forward, trembling uncontrollably. They dragged Yuru’s limp body away, leaving behind a long, glaring trail of blood across the marble floor.

The female cultivator swept her gaze across the hall, her eyes sharp as blades. “Anyone else dissatisfied?”

Every head dropped instantly. Not a single person dared meet her gaze.

Still unsatisfied, the boy strolled over to another kneeling figure.

She was Mindey Wiebe’s granddaughter—Jinan Wiebe. She had just started university and had returned home to help during summer break.

Normally lively and pretty, her face was now deathly pale, terror written all over it.

“You,” the boy said, pointing his whip at her. “Go get me some sweets.”

Jinan rose shakily and nearly ran to the kitchen.

Moments later, she returned with a plate of delicate pastries and carefully placed it on the table before him.

The boy picked one up, took a bite—and immediately spat it out.

“So sweet!” he shouted. “Are you trying to kill me with sugar?!”

Crack!

The whip lashed across Jinan’s face.

She screamed as her skin split open. Clutching her face, she collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Useless trash!” The boy raised his whip again—

“Enough,” the female cultivator said calmly, stopping him. “Loreo, why argue with mortals? It only lowers your status.”

The boy snorted, then kicked Jinan hard. “Move! Don’t block my way!”

Jinan scrambled aside, clutching her bleeding face, her sobs reduced to quiet whimpers.

Mindey watched with tears streaming down his face, yet he dared not utter a single word.

He knew better than anyone—the beings before him were enemies the Wiebe family could never afford to offend.

Three days earlier, the female cultivator had arrived, claiming to be from a reclusive immortal cultivation clan and demanding temporary residence.

Mindey had tried to refuse politely.

In response, she had merely waved her hand, causing the Wiebe family’s two strongest bodyguards to vomit blood and collapse on the spot.

From that moment on, the Wiebe residence became a “temporary palace” for the mother and son. The entire family was forced to serve them like slaves. Any displeasure was met with beatings—or death.

Three servants had already been beaten to death.

“Mom, I’m bored,” the boy complained, rolling around on the sofa. “This place sucks. When are we going to find that bitch? I want to catch her and keep her as a pet!”

A cold glint flashed through the female cultivator’s eyes. “Soon. I can already sense her. She’s badly injured and can’t have gone far. Once I’m done handling things here, I’ll take you to her.”

“Really?” The boy’s eyes lit up. “And that white fox too! That little beast dared to bite me—I’ll skin it and turn it into a scarf!”

The female cultivator smiled faintly and patted his head. “Alright. Whatever you want.”

Just then, a faint sound came from outside the window.

The boy noticed it first and rushed over, peering out excitedly. “Mom! Look! It’s that white fox!”

Under the moonlight, a small snow-white fox crouched atop an artificial rock in the courtyard. Its amber eyes stared coldly toward the mansion.

“So it really is here,” the female cultivator murmured, greed flashing in her eyes. “That fox is extremely intelligent. If we capture and tame it, it’ll be invaluable.”

“I’ll catch it!” the boy said eagerly, rushing toward the door.

“Wait.” She stopped him. “That beast is cunning. It escaped last time. I’ll handle it myself.”

She stepped through the window, and in the next instant, her figure appeared in the courtyard.

Seeing her, Qyla turned and fled—but its movements were sluggish. Its injured hind legs clearly hadn’t healed.

“Trying to run?” the female cultivator sneered.

She raised her hand, releasing a burst of purple light that transformed into a glowing net and descended toward Qyla.

Just as the net was about to fall—

A white figure descended from the sky.

With a soft landing, the newcomer stood in front of Qyla. A casual flick of her sleeve erased the net of light entirely.

Moonlight illuminated her figure.

Kennedy, dressed in white. Long hair flowing freely. Her expression cold and indifferent.

She bent down, gently lifted Qyla, and stroked its head. “You’re safe now.”

“It’s you,” the female cultivator said, eyes narrowing. “Kennedy. I hadn’t even gone looking for you, and you walked right into my hands.”

Kennedy slowly raised her head, her gaze icy. “You and your son tyrannize a mortal family, slaughtering the innocent at will. Aren’t you afraid of divine retribution?”

“Divine retribution?” the woman laughed scornfully. “You? A half-dead stray dog, daring to lecture me?”

Her aura erupted violently.

Purple spiritual energy surged outward, forming raging whirlwinds. Trees bent under the pressure, flowers were ripped from the ground, and the mansion’s windows rattled and cracked.

Inside the hall, the Wiebe family members collapsed in terror. Some fainted on the spot.

Kennedy remained unmoved.

She gently set Qyla aside and straightened, her voice calm yet resolute.

“Since you refuse to repent,” she said, “don’t blame me for showing no mercy.”