The Almighty Dominance

Charles made it painfully clear he was out for blood this time, determined to humiliate Alex in front of the entire "Kingston family.

He leaned back in his chair, sneering as though he owned the room.

"So, genius," Alex drawled sarcastically.

"You're telling me this Lydia-the one who tried to murder Jasmine and backstab Jasmine Kingstons-is the same woman you wanted me to just let walk free? Are you off your meds, or do you have a permanent vacancy sign dangling in that empty head of yours?"

Charles's face twitched, eyes glinting with dangerous rage,

"How dare you question me? Even if she's a traitor, Lydia was one of ours. Who gave you the right to kill her?"

"The Kingstons handle Kingston business, not some no-name punk like you! Ever think of choosing your battles correctly before butting into our family affairs?"

Alex scoffed, a sharp laugh slicing through the tense air.

"Oh, sure. I help clear out a scumbag who tried to assassinate your own flesh and blood, and instead of thanks, I get scolded. You Kingstons sure know how to roll out the red carpet of gratitude."

Charles's lip curled in disgust. "I don't have the patience to keep yapping. You want to make amends for offing Lydia? Then bow down and apologize to her... right now."

Alex raised an eyebrow, half-grinning. "Or what?"

Charles slammed his fist against the table, rattling teacups until one shattered at his feet.

"Or I'll pulverize your legs until you're crawling on the floor like a worm."

"Oh, how original," Alex deadpanned, eyes cold. "Let's see you try."

Charles lunged up in fury, face flushed. "Don't push me, jackass!"

Before he could charge, Jasmine stormed in, hair whipping around like a war banner.

Her voice was raw with rage. "Charles Kingston, you touch one hair on his head, and I'll make sure you never walk straight again!"

astonished that his usually poised sister had unleashed

own brother for this worthless

You so much as graze him, I'll end you myself. Yes,

deepened, taking on an

snapped, voice brittle with forced confidence-but the crack in his tone gave

eyes betrayed him-wide, watchful, haunted by the creeping fe. just maybe... she wasn't bluffing at

t maybe...

damn minute whatever. I still refuse to

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Chapter 205

he's got

dripped with ice. "His skills are more than

the family's business. You stand in the way, and don't blame me when I

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who can handle that catastrophe.

shot back. "I've seen Alex's medical prowess up close, and he's

whiff of an opening, spread his hands in faux innocence. "Well then, how about a little contest? Let the best man's skills

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his lips, chimed in. “Hmm, a typical medical duel is so dull, wouldn't you agree? Why not

head, unimpressed. "I'm

gleamed with

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antidote and cure themselves

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eyes widened

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