The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 86

Chapter 88

Tim, Cathy Black's driver, was drenched in sweat beneath his thin cotton shirt.

He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.

He could feel Cathy's icy gaze boring into the back of his neck from the rear seat.

Ever since Bernard's warning call, Tim had prepared himself for something terrible-but this went beyond his worst fears.

He slammed the gas pedal to the floor, weaving, recklessly through Vancouver's crowded streets.

The usual thirty-minute drive to Cole Finance had to be cut down to ten, no matter the cost.

Cathy's voice stillechoed in his ears:

"Get me there in ten minutes, or you'll be six feet under."

Her tone had held no trace of doubt.

Up ahead, Black Syndicate enforcers on motorcycles roared through traffic, forcing cars aside with shotguns and sheer menace.

They formed a path of chaos, snarling at anyone who dared slow them down.

Tim followed in their wake, heart hammering, ignoring every traffic light, weaving between honking cars and shrieking pedestrians.

He no longer cared if someone else died in this mad dash-survival overwhelmed all other instincts.

"After this," he muttered through clenched teeth, "I'm done. I'm leaving this damned life."

He had told himself the same thing a hundred times for years, but this time-this time-he meant it.

At last, Cole Finance's building loomed ahead.

Tim slammed the brakes, tires screeching against asphalt as he pulled up at the entrance.

He risked a glance at the dashboard clock: exactly ten minutes.

Relief washed through him, his lungs flooding with shaky gratitude.

But his relief was short-lived.

Cathy glanced at her watch, her face tightening with cruel satisfaction.

late," she said softly, her

please-" Tim

got the chance to

flashed as she pulled the

tore through the seat and punched into

forward, blood

he had

g in his mind.

Chapter 88

glance, her heels tapping briskly against the pavement. Bernard and five other bodyguards fell in behind her

pattered gently on the windshield, washing

that is the

office, Cathy's fury coiled and writhed, ready

kicked the

panel slammed against the wall, revealing a tableau that brought Cathy's rage

shamelessly toward Sophia Lancaster, who

moment froze: Charles's breath caught, his face went pale, and his bravado

sliced through the stunned

like a

doing with that

Charles's mind raced.

saw only one chance-twist the truth before Cathy

one desperate motion, he slapped

snapping to

fluttered open, confused and

bitch!" Charles bellowed, forcing a

my pants? You think you can buy off your hundred- million-dollar

know

desperate, as

but a cheap slut no one could

still reeling, struggled to

then turned to

love, can you believe her nerve? She tried to

I adore only you!" Cathy

without warning, she

his cheek rang in

head, forcing a tight smile through his

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