The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 190

Chapter 192

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Alex strode down the corridor leading to the VIP room, but he didn't need to look over his shoulder to sense it.

The tension.

The ring of bodyguards fanning out behind the walls, posted at every exit and window.

With a quick mental sweep, he detected their martial auras, each one bristling with skill far beyond the average rent-a-thug.

So Raymond's rolling out the red carpet, huh? he mused, lips twisting into a wry grin.

No matter. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.

"Raymond," he said, skipping pleasantries, "you told me you'd secured a five- hundred-year-old Wild American Ginseng. I'm here for it. Where is it?"

Raymond Wellington-dressed sharp in a tailored suit-lounged on the plush armchair like he was king of the world.

"So impatient,” he teased, cl

apping his hands once.

A bodyguard slipped in, carrying a polished wooden box.

Raymond took his time setting it on the table between them, sliding the lid open slowly-almost theatrically.

Inside lay a dark-yellow root, no bigger than a palm, its long strands curling around themselves. Alex's eyes lit up like he'd just struck gold.

"That's it, all right-five centuries of potent ginseng," he murmured, leaning in to inspect it. He could practically feel the energy radiating off its twisted shape.

"How's that for quality?" Raymond asked with a silky smile. "Satisfied?"

"Very." Alex reached for the root without hesitation.

slammed shut on

drawled, that easy smile fading into something colder. "What's the rush? Have a

"What's this about? We agreed you'd hand over the ginseng to settle your

an airy

did cure me before, and I compensated you with that swanky hotel, right? So let's say this precious little root is up for trade only if you share something of equal

said you'd owe me the ginseng-period," Alex retorted,

thin smile

in another fifty mil, in cash if you want-just hand over the formula.

Chapter 192

scornful laugh. "I'm not selling that formula- especially not to a snake

tapped the wooden box with a finger,

who decides whether

For Lyra's sake, I'm willing to keep things civil.

showing a flash of impatience. "And if I don't

said calmly. "You owe

martial arts for decades, and I've got

lunged for the box,

into a claw-like grip, clamping down on Alex's wrist. For a moment, he wore a smug

hell? Raymond's eyes

harder. Panicking, he released Alex's wrist and hurled

the blow head-on

a thunderous collision that

Chairs flew back.

skidded across the cold floor, momentum unrelenting, until his spine crashed against the

that the chair he'd been sitting in

calmly, like an immovable mountain. The difference

Coughing, he forced himself upright. "I-I had no idea..." he sputtered,

off the table, shoved it under his

Don't ever try to

with fury as he watched

you think you're going?!" he snapped, fumbling

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