The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 213

Clara stood there, frozen like a deer in headlights, absolutely blindsided by Jack's lightning-fast move.

Before she could even blink, he'd snatched the wooden box right out of her grip and shoved it into Kelly's hands.

"You slimy piece of trash!" Clara exploded, ripping the box back with a furious yank.

"Steal my shot at a promotion, will you? Sister Florence, would you control your idiot son before I wrap this box around his neck?"

Florence glowered at Jack, pinching his car so hard he yelped. "You little thief, when did you decide it was okay to rob your own aunt?"

Jack rolled his eyes, whining like a spoiled brat. “Mom, I was trying to turn a profit for us. Why blow money on something that won't ever pay us back?"

"Who said I won't pay it back?" Clara snapped, holding the Verdantheart Root's box to her chest like it was her baby. "I'll double the money and throw it in your face if I feel like it!"

Alex finally cleared his throat, attempting some sort of ceasefire.

"Miss, what exactly are you gonna use the Verdantheart Root for?" he asked, voice cautious.

"Not that it's any of your business."

Alex exhaled sharply, frustration evident. "Miss, we just need a few pieces for-" Clara raised her voice, making sure the entire room heard every syllable.

"Let me break it down for you all: The Verdantheart Root is not for sale. Not an inch, not a crumb, not a single spec of dust. You try to get it from me, I'll make sure you regret it."

Alex hadn't expected her to be this stubborn-this borderline spiteful. "Miss..." "Shut it! I said I don't like you, and that's all there is to it. Whether it ends up in the trash or rots in a corner, it's never gonna be yours, got it?"

Clara snatched the bank's card right out of Florance hand, slamming it onto the counter. "Finish the transaction, right now!"

The shop owner handled the payment, all too eager to secure the sweet five- million-dollar deal.

Florence looked like she might pass out, every bit of color draining from her face.

she whispered, legs trembling.

big shot. “It's just five million. Drop in the bucket. I'll

Florence's mouth fell open.

not buy that load of bull for one second. But maybe maybe Clara

up her end of the bargain.

exchanged, the

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and Alex, flaunting the wooden box like

seen something this precious, have you?" she teased, voice laced with

you a favor and show you

the box with an exaggerated

eyes glued to the so-called "treasure." Inside lay the Verdantheart Root, palm-sized, looking about as majestic as a dried-up

grin collapsed in

was dark gray and wrinkled, barely clinging to any semblance of

crumbled off the side, turning to dust like

the hell?"

Root? Because it looks like a

Walter-didn't miss a beat. "Of course it is!" he declared

on arrogance. "Got it from the king of Mysteri Land himself Swear

pulled tight in frustration. "Then why does

out of her shock. "You gotta be kidding me! You

It's definitely the real deal. The

root, spoke up, her tone as

for decades. It's just dried-out junk now. How dare you

eyes nearly popped out of her head. "Dead for

snapping her gaze back to the shop owner. "You conned us, you

merely shrugged, folding his arms in disinterest "The terms were clear, ladies and gentlemen-no refunds on purchased items. You wanted them; I didn't

the collar, her voice like

real simple? Give me my money back, or I'll show you how we