The Almighty Dominance

Dr Poster snapped his phone shut, pinning Alex with a look that could peel paint off the walls.

"Well, would you look at that? Dr. Owens just landed in Vancouver, and he's hunting down this so called miracle pill for his research," he sneered.

"Funny enough, he's actually waltzing through the halls of this very hospital as we speak. After that cheap shot you took at me, let's see how you plan on dodging him. You disrespected me-which means you spat on my master's name, too!"

Charles stepped up, lips curling into a contemptuous smirk

"Alex, maybe you should just get on your knees and beg Dr. Foster to spare you. Because when his almighty master shows up, you're done."

"Dr. Owens is a living legend, and you're a speck of roach crap by comparison." Vincent unleashed a harsh cackle, pointing at Alex like he was scolding a dog.

"Too late now, you worthless clown. Even if you crawled on your belly and kissed my shoes, I wouldn't give you the time of day. I'd rather watch you go down in flames."

Suddenly, a thunderous voice rolled in from the doorway: "Which one of you spineless degenerates decided to smear my name?"

A tall, older man stalked into the room, his white coat giving him an even more menacing air.

If looks could explode heads, the entire room would be in trouble. This was Dr. Jonathan Owens, the legend people wrote articles about when they ran out of lesser heroes.

In a heartbeat, Vincent's bravado vanished. He practically rolled over and wagged his tail, scrambling to grovel at the great doctor's feet.

"M-master! You're here! That worthless scum over there disrespected you-he insulted your name! And me, your rightful apprentice! He hit me, humiliated me, gave you zero respect!"

Florence gawked at the man in the coat, hissing to Jack, "Is that... him? The Dr. Owens everyone can't shut up about?"

The Lancaster clan practically tripped over each other trying to stick their noses into Dr. Owens's business, wearing smiles so wide they looked unhinged.

"My goodness, Dr. Owens, it's a privilege to even be in your shadow!"

"We've heard of you forever, Dr. Owens! Never thought we'd actually meet the greatest doctor in the country!"

enough to suffocate on. Dr. Owens didn't even dignify them with a glance; his steely gaze swept the room like a searchlight about to turn someone into

the groveling," he

no time for childish drama. And while we're

which one of you halfwits started

the moment like a

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was Charles Kingston's invitation that brought me here to save some hotshot patient. But outta nowhere, there is an idiot, barged in, stole the credit,

chest, stepped forward, and introduced himself. "Dr. Owens, sir! I'm Charles Kingston, from Vancouver. You might

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glance. Then nothing. The sound

demanded, "which loser

pointing at Alex in a hot second, as though throwing someone under the bus was a

in with him, Dr. Owens. He's the one who insulted

him!" the Lancasters all shrieked, jumping to paint Alex as

rigid, his eyes locking onto

warped in recognition, or maybe shock,

Alex shrugged nonchalantly.

weapon of the

either. Yet your so- called 'star student' thinks I owe you

froze, especially the Lancasters. A knife of dread slid through the air at Alex's absolute disregard for

to get him

Owens will let this slide if you grovel a little. Don't be stupid.

smirk, sneered, "You've sealed your fate. Mocking my mentor is a suicide mission. Not a single soul on this planet can save you. But, hey, you can still squeak out a pathetic

"Right... because Dr. Owens is basically a god who can't tolerate a little criticism. Fine, if he's so obsessed with his precious ego, I'll bow and grovel-since he's the big, almighty doc. Sounds

his knees threatened to

split second, he seemed... rattled. Almost faint. Inside, he

he the legendary doctor known as "God's Hand"?! No wonder the miracle

sudden