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!"

Dr. Owens didn't even dignify them with a

groveling," he

on important business-got no time for childish drama. And while

one of you halfwits started name-dropping

the moment like a weasel cornering a

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to save some hotshot patient. But outta nowhere, there is an idiot, barged in, stole the credit, and then treated your name like it was

up his chest, stepped forward, and introduced himself. "Dr. Owens, sir!

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a glance. Then nothing.

"which loser decided to

second, as though throwing someone under the bus was a favorite

one who insulted you! He's

the Lancasters all shrieked, jumping

Dr. Owens went rigid,

or maybe shock, something primal that tremored behind those

Alex shrugged nonchalantly.

weapon of

called 'star student' thinks I owe you respect for his shady behavior.

the Lancasters. A knife of dread slid through the

elbowed Alex, trying to

grovel a little. Don't be stupid. This is a man who can

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

little criticism. Fine, if he's so obsessed with his precious ego, I'll bow and grovel-since he's the

stumbled, like his knees threatened to

a split second, he seemed... rattled. Almost faint. Inside, he was screaming

as "God's Hand"?! No wonder the miracle pill appeared

sudden shift, Vincent