NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 323 : Conditions
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Sophia's eyes glinted with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue as she studied Das's composed demeanour. She could sense the underlying confidence and self-assuredness that radiated from him, even in the face of her attempts to establish dominance. Her lips curled into a faint smile, acknowledging his resilience.
"You don't need to look at them like that," she began, her voice holding a note of amusement. "Your guess is correct. All of these men are indeed my husbands. They are skilled warriors, honed in the rigorous training of my family's army camp except for the last one." Her fingers gestured elegantly toward each of her husbands, introducing them with a sense of pride.
Her gaze settled on the man with Chinese features, her tone implying more than her words revealed. "The most recent addition," she said, her smile slightly enigmatic. "He once ruled a modest city in China like you."
Sophia's choice of words was deliberate, meant to convey that even individuals who seemed formidable in their own right could be absorbed into her sphere of influence. She watched Das carefully, assessing his reaction, but his countenance remained unreadable as he continued to sip his wine.
His gaze lifted to meet hers again, and the corner of his lips curled subtly.
"You still haven't answered my question." he repeated, his voice carrying a steady determination. The atmosphere in the tent crackled with tension as their silent contest of wills unfolded. Explore more stories at My Virtual Library Empire
Sophia leaned back in her chair, her eyes fixed on Das with a mixture of intrigue and challenge. She was used to being the one in control, but his unyielding demeanour posed an interesting challenge.
As they locked eyes, it became apparent that their interaction was more than a mere exchange of words—it was a battle of wits and dominance, each trying to assert their authority without yielding an inch.
The air within the tent seemed to hold its breath as Das's question hung in the air, punctuated by her prideful chuckle. She was playing her own game, attempting to set the pace of their conversation. Das, however, remained unfazed, his demeanour composed as he listened to her words.
With a prideful look that contrasted with Das calm, peaceful demeanour, Sophia replied, "What's the hurry? I will definitely answer your question. But before that, there are more important matters we must discuss."
He hadn't anticipated Sophia redirecting the conversation, and this unanticipated shift intrigued him.
"What is it?" Das inquired nonchalantly, his expression giving away nothing of the undercurrents beneath his composed exterior. His demeanour displayed no hint of impatience or concern, causing Sophia to internally question the layers behind his demeanour.
Sophia leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing with a hint of curiosity and challenge.
"Why don't you consider change your flags and support the Aries family?" she asked, her words carrying an air of confidence. "We are far richer and twice as powerful as the Farus family. Wouldn't it be wise to reconsider your allegiances?"
Das met Sophia's gaze squarely, his face devoid of any overt emotions. The corner of his lips tugged upward slightly, forming a subtle smile that danced in his crimson eyes. Sophia's last question caught him off guard, and her puzzlement at his response only heightened his amusement.
"What?!... do you reject my offer?, I thought you were a wise man." Sophia's perplexed tone mirrored her genuine surprise.
Das's smile deepened, his enigmatic aura growing stronger. "It's not a rejection," he replied, his voice carrying an undertone of intrigue. "It's just that your proposal must meet a few of my... conditions."
The room seemed to buzz with an unspoken challenge as Sophia absorbed his words. Her curiosity mingled with a sense of satisfaction at finding a worthy opponent in this game of power and manipulation.
Das's calm demeanour and unexpected response had piqued her interest, and she found herself intrigued by the prospect of what his conditions might entail.
With a deliberate pace, Das lifted the wine glass to his lips and took a measured sip, his eyes never leaving Sophia's gaze. In his mind, a strategic plan was forming, one that could potentially loot the prideful lady before him.
"When I'm a nobody, the Farus family helped me to get control over this city and gave twenty thousand of crores of money. More than that Farus family never threatened me by taking my people as hostage. They also promised not to spy on my personal life. So, if you can outweigh their benefits, I'm more than welcome to change sides."
Das spoke with a calm demeanour, seemingly unaffected by the shifting expressions on Sophia's face and those of her assembled husbands. Just as he concluded his words, a ripple of laughter emanated from some of Sophia's companions stationed behind him.
Their smug amusement filled the air, yet it took a mere breath for their glee to be replaced by astonishment, trepidation, and a seething anger. Within an instant, the tranquil atmosphere transformed into one of tension.
Three fragments of shattered glass, deftly propelled, sliced through the air, grazing the necks of the smirking men and embedding themselves into the cloth wall just behind them.
As the echoes of his declaration still hung in the air, Das seized a wine glass held loosely in his grasp. With precision bordering on the extraordinary, he hurled the shattered glass pieces, piercing them against the cloth wall just beside the necks of laughing husbands of Sophia.
This calculated display was not just an assertion of power; it was a declaration of his own prowess. It was a statement that sought to embed an undeniable impression into the minds of all present, particularly the corpulent figure of Sophia.
The shards of broken glass bore testament to his actions, conveying a message that transcended words – he was a force to be reckoned with. In this moment, Das aimed not only to impress but also to secure his place in the unfolding narrative. He aimed to forge an indelible impression, one that would resonate with the lady of influence and inspire her unwavering investment in him.
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