An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2538

Nathaniel’s mansion was enormous—more like a labyrinth than a home.

Even with a detailed blueprint in hand, Dustin had to stay alert as he navigated the estate. After all, no layout could fully capture the mansion’s twists and turns.

Guided by a maid, he followed a winding corridor for nearly ten minutes before finally arriving at a guesthouse nestled beside a garden.

The area was quiet and spacious, filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the gentle sound of birdsong. It was a secluded corner, ideal for privacy.

“Mr. Rhys, you’ll be staying here. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to call,” the maid said, her warm gaze tinged with admiration.

She had witnessed Dustin’s performance in the training ground and knew he was an important guest brought by Nathaniel. If she could earn his attention, it might change her life entirely.

He waved her off. “Alright. You can go. I don’t need anyone attending to me.”

“Uh… but…” the maid hesitated.

“Don’t worry, I’ll explain it to Prince Nathaniel. You won’t get in trouble,” Dustin assured her.

“Very well, Mr. Rhys. Please rest well. I’ll take my leave now,” she said.

Her voice carried a note of regret as she turned to leave. She considered herself attractive—accustomed to drawing second glances wherever she went.

Nathaniel himself had often used her beauty to influence powerful officials. But today, she noticed that her charm had no effect on Dustin. He hadn’t spared her so much as a glance.

It made her wonder if she was growing older, or if the glow she once had was starting to fade.

After she left, Dustin stepped into the room. He shut the door behind him and retrieved the blueprints he always kept on hand.

Though he was already familiar with the floor plan, he reviewed it again—carefully comparing it with what he’d seen so far to make sure nothing had changed.

“Mr. Rhys…”

A sudden, clear voice outside the room snapped him out of his focus.

Dustin frowned. He had already told the maid to leave. Who could it be now?

He stood and opened the door. Standing before him was a woman in a pastel pink dress.

She was elegant, with fair skin and eyes that sparkled with sharp intelligence. Her beauty was unmistakable.
It was Felicia Thorns—ranked eighth on the Beauty Ranking.

“Mr. Rhys, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’m Felicia Thorns. I’ve heard so much about you and simply couldn’t resist stopping by. If I’ve been too forward, I hope you’ll forgive me,” she said, her smile gentle like spring sunlight—disarming yet composed.

“The pleasure is mine, Ms. Thorns. Please, come in,” Dustin replied with a polite smile, gesturing for her to enter.

The room already carried a light floral scent, which now mingled with her subtle perfume, lending the space a soft, inviting charm.

“I’ve heard you’re incredibly skilled in martial arts. After watching you today, it’s clear the rumors were true,” Felicia said as she took a seat at the table and sipped her tea gracefully. “I don’t know much about martial arts myself, but I truly admire your skill and courage.”

“You’re too kind. I’m merely average,” Dustin said with a modest smile. “But you’re different. Your name is well-known. You’re admired on the Beauty Ranking not just for your looks but for your many talents.”

Though they had never met, he was well aware of her reputation.

Felicia was a courtesan under Nathaniel’s patronage.

She was known for her mastery of music and art, and her beauty was said to be unparalleled—a rare sight for most.

Whenever Nathaniel entertained important guests, he often had her perform to charm them. But this was the first time he’d personally sent her to someone. Clearly, Nathaniel was going all-in.

“You flatter me, Mr. Rhys,” she replied with a soft laugh. “I’m just making a living using what few talents I have. But you, you’ve achieved so much at such a young age. I wonder—how do you spend your free time?” She covered her mouth, chuckling.

“I sometimes play chess. It helps clear my mind,” Dustin answered with a small grin.

“What a coincidence. I enjoy chess too. It’s not often I meet someone like you. Would you mind a little challenge?” she asked, her gaze affectionate and warm.

Felicia knew her role—Nathaniel had groomed her for a purpose. Sooner or later, she would be expected to play her part, whether she liked it or not.

Still, compared to the aging, unattractive officials she was usually offered to, she would much rather give herself to someone as refined and handsome as Dustin.

“If you’re interested, I’d be happy to play,” he said with a nod.

Dustin couldn’t outright refuse her. Doing so might arouse Nathaniel’s suspicion. If he wasn’t interested in wealth, status, or women—what was he after?

“Bring my chess set,” Felicia instructed the maid standing behind her.

The maid nodded and soon returned with an exquisitely crafted set. The black and white pieces gleamed under the sunlight.

Dustin and Felicia took their seats and began the game.

She took the white pieces and made the opening move. Her gestures were elegant and deliberate. At a glance, her play seemed casual, but there was subtle strategy behind it.

Dustin stayed composed, responding calmly with steady, precise moves. He revealed nothing through his expression.

“I’ve heard Prince Nathaniel holds you in high esteem. Have you considered working with him?” Felicia asked, eyes still on the board.

She added, “With your abilities, joining him would surely open many doors here in Oakvale.”