The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 78

Alex stood before the weathered facade of the old eight-story apartment building, clutching the worn postcard Ruth Everheart had given him-the only clue to his forgotten past.

The faded letters read, "813."

Climbing the creaking stairs to the eighth floor, he found the door marked with the same number. He knocked firmly but received no response.

Just then, the door of the neighboring unit, 812, creaked open. An elderly man peered out, his eyes clouded with

age.

"No one's lived there in years," he rasped. "Place has been empty as long as I can remember."

"Thank you," Alex replied, offering a polite nod.

As the old man shuffled away, Alex turned back to the door. Taking a deep breath, he carefully picked the lock and slipped inside.

Dust motes danced in the slivers of sunlight piercing through the drawn curtains. The air was thick, heavy with neglect.

Alex moved cautiously through the dimly lit rooms, his footsteps echoing softly on the worn wooden floors.

In the bedroom, he stopped short.

Lying on a dilapidated bed was a man-gaunt, pale, and barely clinging to life. His shallow breaths were barely perceptible, as though he were in hibernation.

Alex's heart tightened. "Hang on," he whispered, rushing to the man's side.

small vial from his pocket-a life-restoring elixir he had crafted

he administered a dose, watching as the

forehead, Alex closed

sensed the depth

within

thought, awed by the realization. The

worked tirelessly to

stable, but his recovery would require rare

his phone and made a call to the Kingswell's

he instructed. "There's someone here who

ended the call, his phone

of the children from the orphanage. "Josephine's been arrested! They took her

"Tell me everything," he said calmly, masking his rising concern. As Rudyard

together and keep the doors locked," he instructed.

a moment, he dialed another number. "Julla, arrange for a helicopter

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on its

the rhythmic thump of Helicopter Blades echoed above the apartment building.

awaited him. He drove straight to the

under her eyes. Across from her, a stern-faced officer leaned back in his chair, a smug expression on

against a notepad. Josephine met his gaze steadily. "He tried to rape me," she replied firmly.

eyes narrowed. "That's not what I asked.

her. "You're ignoring the fact that he was the

in this town. His family's influence runs deep. Do you really