The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 223

Chapter 223

Bella arched her perfectly manicured eyebrow and, with slow deliberation, lifted her stiletto-clad foot.

She wiped the streak of blood from its heel against Sophia's mouth

Then she spat, full of contempt, right onto the woman's fainted body.

"Get her out of my sight," Bella snapped, coolly flicking her gaze the two bodyguards.

"She's not fit to breathe the same air as the rest of us. Make sure you two enjoy it."

Without hesitation, the guards each grabbed one of Sophia's arms and began dragging her across the polished marble floor.

Her battered, lifeless body smeared a faint streak of blood in its wake.

A small knot of onlookers gathered-some wrinkling their noses, others letting out cruel, amused chuckles.

"That's what you get for trying to swipe something from Jericho Kane's family," one of them sneered.

Amiddle-aged man, wine glass in hand, watched Sophia with open scorn.

"If she was that desperate for money," he drawled, a smirk tugging at his lips, "I would've written her a check. Pathetic little thief. She could've sold her body-God knows someone would pay

The guards unceremoniously shoved Sophia into the lobby just as a tall figure stepped through the main doors.

The moment his eyes landed on the bloody woman, his face twisted with rage.

"Out of the way!" one guard barked, dismissively waving at him. "Can't you see this is a private event?"

Before the words fully tumbled out of the guard's mouth, he was sprawled on the floor, unconscious.

His partner joined him, knocked out cold in seconds.

Alex dropped to one knee beside Sophia. 1

His expression was livid-yet beneath the fury lay a desperate concern.

Without a word, he fished out a small, glimmering pill, gently pried open Sophia's lips, and placed it on her tongue.

"You'll be all right," he muttered under his breath, watching her swallow. "Just hold on."

Two men in sharp suits appeared at Alex's flank-his allies, known by the solemn crest embroidered on their lapels.

commanded, his gaze never leaving Sophia's bruised face. "And lock this place down. No

they responded in unison, quickly lifting Sophia's limp

was still the gravitational center of the room-everyone wanted a taste

servers circulated with trays of champagne, and well-heeled guests buzzed around the birthday girl as though nothing horrific had happened just minutes

visitors commanded

else was beneath her

of her

she said, in a breathless whisper, "Mr. Dupont from Chicago

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glowed with a sudden

strolled Henry Dupont-renowned, wealthy, carrying

bodyguards flanked him, each an Imposing figure in

said, her sultry voice dropping a notch, "what a pleasure. Happy you

banquet,” Henry said, offering ornate

"That's too generous, really.

a few pleasantries while bystanders

hell is

"Chicago big-shot, maybe?"

must be loaded to get that kind

two guards posted at the entrance squared their shoulders, blocking a

demanded, crossing his

growled, pushing past before they could

piece of trash!" the other guard snarled, lunging for him-only to collapse in a heap when Alex's hand snapped out, a

followed in a similarly humiliating defeat, hitting the floor so fast

Alex strode into the ballroom, scanning

but unyielding, carried easily over the buzz of music

of you bastards

descended. Confusion and disapproval rippled across the

to address Jericho Kane's daughter

that.

tinted

the hell are

moved through them like a storm,

a few nobodies with big mouths began

that Sophia's ex-husband? I thought his only talent was keeping Jessica Hilton's

the hell is

maybe. Gotta

disgusting. His ex-wife just got torn apart, and now he's wagging his tail for the one who

begin to cover it. What a twisted, spineless

her head, a

it you who made