The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 37

Alex walked to the car, noticing curious, predatory eyes already lingering on him.

People in this place were always on the lookout, ready to exploit any weakness for their gain.

"Morris, take me to the Golden Mansion in Beverly Hills," he said as he stepped into the car. "Yes, sir."

Inside the car, Alex made a call.

"Good day, Sir Alex. Julia, your personal concierge, speaking. What can I help you with today?" she greeted him. "Do you know where I am?"

"You're in the slum area of East Vancouver, right by the wasteland," Julia replied.

"Great. I want to clean this place up. Make it greener, safer for the people. Provide jobs and education for the unemployed. Let's say, a permanent social initiative. But I want it to be controlled for at least a year before we let it run on its own."

"Thank you for your good intentions," Julia said warmly.

"There have been ten proposals from local experts and social workers over the last decade to transform that area."

"One proposal, written by a Vancouver university professor seems feasible. It would cost about $10 million to implement everything, including purchasing the entire wasteland and slum area. Do you want to go ahead with this plan?"

"Great, let's make it happen," Alex replied, ending the call

Suddenly, a stone smashed against the car, shattering the glass with a loud crack. The car jerked to a stop.

"No need to stop," Alex quickly instructed Morris.

"If you stop and get out, they'll hit you and steal the car. Better to just keep moving."

This place was far from safe.

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as

it will be the sound of trees rustling in the wind, of children laughing

moments of tense silence,

I stop somewhere before taking you home? It'll be really quick." "Why?"

Kingston vehicle is in trouble, it automatically sends

near the slum area asking for assistance. Maybe it's facing a mechanical issue or

can go check,"

hurry, and since Alfred Kingston had been good to him, it wouldn't hurt to

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Chapter 37

U-turn and moved

few sharp turns, they saw about

car," Morris said, panic creeping

**

the black SUV vans, men covered in tattoos and wearing

lined with nails, long

the tires, flattening them, while others relentlessly struck the

was only a matter of minutes before

matter of minutes before the car's defenses would

scary thugs like

caught

attacking the

man hammering at

"What, you gonna play the hero? Save the damsel in

an eyebrow.

the shadows, eager to swoop in once

he snarled, pointing at the vultures. "Wait

hammer

Alex's hand shot out, grabbing the man's arm