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!"

dignify them with a glance; his

me the groveling," he

business-got no time for childish drama. And while

of you

the moment like a weasel cornering a

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brought me here 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 dirt under his

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

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him a glance. Then nothing. The sound of Charles's pride

Dr. Owens demanded, "which loser decided

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

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

all shrieked, jumping

went rigid,

face warped in recognition, or maybe shock, something primal that tremored

Alex shrugged nonchalantly.

the weapon of the powerless against

owe you respect for his shady behavior.

dread slid through the air at Alex's absolute disregard for Dr. Owens's towering

to get him to back

and apologize! Maybe Dr. Owens will let this slide if you grovel a little. Don't be stupid. This is a man who can ruin you

single soul on this planet can

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

like his knees

Almost faint. Inside, he was screaming a

doctor known as "God's Hand"?! No wonder the miracle pill appeared now that

unaware of the sudden shift, Vincent