The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 167

Raymond frantically dialed number after number, desperate for anyone who could save him.

But every time the call connected and people arrived, the answer was the same- was tearing him apart from the inside.

His breath came in ragged gasps, and blood oozed from the corner of his eye.

no one could handle whatever

A sudden wave of horror crushed him: he was running out of time. He practically stabbed at his phone.

"Lyra...!"

Lyra's voice sounded maddeningly calm on the other end. Uncle Raymond. So... have you finally prepared the Cheval Blanc paperwork?"

"You little wretch," Raymond snarled, his voice cracking with anguish. "I told my people to handle it, all right? Tell your man to get over here and fix me!"

Lyra only snorted. "You're the one begging for help, Uncle. Doesn't seem polite to order him around like some lapdog, does it?"

Raymond's pain spiked; his vision blurred red. Still, he forced down his fury and stammered, "Fine-where's Alex? I'll come to him myself."

Lyra sounded almost amused. "Oh, I'm with him now. We're at a small village about two hours outside Vancouver by bus. I'll send you the location. Hurry, unless you'd rather drop dead first."

The moment Raymond got the GPS pin, he barked at his pilot, "Move, dammit! Find that brat-now!"

The helicopter tore across the sky, slicing the trip down to ten minutes instead of the usual twenty-five.

One hour earlier, at a small orphanage in a dusty mining town...

Alex was busy sorting out donation funds with Ruth, the orphanage caretaker.

She felt overwhelmed by the sudden windfall-exactly one million dollars.

Josephine helped the restaurant while Alex patiently explained the paperwork to Ruth.

Lyra called. "Alex, where are you?"

"Why?"

"My father says Raymond's collapsing from whatever poison you predicted. I want to come see you. Mind if I drop by?"

Not long after Lyra arrived, the thundering chop of helicopter blades overhead

children running outside in wide-eyed

a real helicopter

sweat, looking like

calmly

I'm suddenly keeling over with this goddamn pain, you-little punk! Did you do this

Raymond, you think

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clenching through

don't care who's behind it. Just fix

doubled over,

looks-if their boss died, nobody would

stare on Alex. "What the hell is wrong

insult. "Get over here and cure him, or I'll make you regret

forward when those venomous

and this is their attitude?

said, his voice dripping with contempt. "Because I'm sure as hell not wasting my time on

the group. Nobody had ever dared show such blatant disregard in front

boss is a goddamn VIP.

in, eyes narrowed. "Unless you're dying to have your skull caved in, get over

lip curled in a sneer.

feels like. If you don't fix our boss, I'll burn this place to the ground-every last board

a crackling

fist blurred through the air-a clear sign

in his eyes looked unsettling,

worship, and by

the punch even grazed

crack-the guard's neck twisted at an

manage a scream before collapsing, dead

are full of men who thought they were indispensable. Go join them."

Threatening me-or my family here

with terror. They whipped out their

all came here to kill me, is that it? You really want to die on this orphanage

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forward with a slow, mocking clap. "Gentlemen, if you're here for trouble, I suggest you load your boss back into that helicopter and go buy him a coffin. You'd be

half-collapsed, panic warring with agony as more

just murdered one of my men!

disdain. "Uncle Raymond, you and your crew started this. Why come here just to die together? Go find another place. Don't

stared at his dead bodyguard, and for the first time in years, true fear