The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 202

Henry stood tall, even though his knees were practically quivering under Alex's

gaze.

Pride wouldn't let him back down. After all, if he caved now he'd never live it down.

"Kill me? Seriously, pal? What, you think you're some hotshot assassin?" Henry spat, his chest heaving.

"Let me tell you something: You so much as graze me the wrong way, and your body's gonna be nothing but confetti."

Alex cocked an eyebrow, then smacked Henry in the back of the head hard enough to make him stagger.

The force felt like a semi-truck plowing through Henry's skull.

"Confetti, huh?" Alex sneered, stepping closer.

"I just about rattled your brain, and guess what? I'm still breathing. Look, you threatened my family, so everything's fair game now. Ready to die? I can make that happen-no problem."

Henry stumbled, heart pounding.

He could practically taste death in the air, and it was nothing like his empty bluster.

Dropping to his knees, he swallowed his shame as if it were a knife scraping down his throat.

"P-please," he stammered, bowing so low that his forehead scraped the pavement.

"I messed up, okay? I butted in where I shouldn't have. Raymond-do whatever the hell you want with him. I won't interfere."

On the inside, Henry was burning.

This was a humiliation so foul it made his

eyes water.

No way was he letting it slide. His thirst for revenge was tuming into an obsession, but for now, he'd eat the dirt.

He'd be back.

Alex eyed him with a mix of disgust and boredom.

breathing

"Fine," he muttered. "Killing you here would be a waste of time. I don't need a horde of Chicago Lo down my neck. It's just disgusting, finding a pack of filthy dogs in front of your house just because you kicked the dirty puppy."

"Go on, crawl back under whatever rock you came from."

Alex released his aura, and in an instant, six bodyguards releasing from the weight that pushing them-they bolted to Henry's side and hauled their battered young master into a gleaming black limousine.

to slap each of the six bodyguards, shouting, "How can you all be so useless!" before stepping into

move.

head out the window, his eyes wild, his body trembling with fury. "You're

car sped off before Alex could respond. He just shrugged, stuffing his hands into his jacket

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met brats in

realizing he'd

that chase for easy money would

The Lancaster Mansion

less,

over the doorframe. "Oh, thank goodness you're alright! We've been tearing

cops rough you up? Did they lock you in some filthy cell?" Jack chimed in, his voice dripping with exaggerated

her like she'd come back from the

they had spent a small fortune trying to bail her out-neither bribes

Sophia walk in of her own accord, with the very credit card

fine, really." Sophia forced a smile, though her nerves were still raw

Alex's fault, isn't it? That lowlife drags

his mess again, Sis. You've gotta cut ties before he makes us

"You've got it wrong," she said, voice subdued but firm. "He was

practically rolled their eyes in

was," Florence snapped. "If he

him in the first

them picking up random saints off the

no point in arguing. They wouldn't

Florence chimed in, her tone turning sticky-sweet, "Charles is a better match for you. The minute he heard you were in

at the mention of

enthusiastically. "If it wasn't for Charles, you'd be rotting in a cell.

Sophia asked, genuinely

else? He's a Kingston," Jack continued. "Probably got his old man, Sir Alfred, to yank some levers behind the scenes.

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Jasmine pitching in, but maybe that was

0

to be grateful,"

call him

another wobbly smile.

from drifting to someone else

orphanage rebuild in what used to be the Vancouver slum-a stretch of broken-down buildings now

streets, Alex noticed the

hammered away

desperate locals now had jobs

of fresh cement mingled with ancient, crumbling

felt an odd attachment to this place, like leaving would be the same as turning his

until they were safe and comfortable-until that old debt in