The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 252

Alex watched with icy indifference as Owen's bodyguards surged forward and snatched the ornate box from his hand. He let them have it-this once.

"You ignorant little quack," Owen spat venomously, his sneer sharp enough to slice through steel.

"Heaven Root isn't just some miracle herb-it's the ultimate treasure for warriors like us. You, a pathetic excuse for a doctor, couldn't appreciate its worth even if it bit you in the ass!"

Smugly, Owen slapped the box with contemptuous triumph.

"Uncle Jericho's already handed this over to me. It's mine now, doctor boy."

Instead of exploding into fury, Alex's lips twisted into a chilling, knife-edged smile directed straight at Jericho Kane.

"Fool me once-shame on you. Twice-shame on me. But thrice? Then I'm the goddamn fool."

He strode past Jericho, leaning in close enough to whisper venomous words straight into his trembling ear

"If that Heaven Root isn't in my hand before I leave this cursed mansion, don't blame me when your bloodline ends three generations deep."

Jericho Kane felt ice spike through his veins, terror tightening around his heart like a hangman's noose.

Alex paused a heartbeat longer, eyes blazing like hellfire. "No one cheats me three times and sees the dawn again."

"You worthless bastard!" Owen crowed arrogantly from behind, laughing like the winner of some sadistic game.

"Take your filthy money and crawl out of here. Refuse it, and I'll throw it to charity. They deserve it more than you!"

Ignoring Owen's mocking laughter, Alex called calmly, his voice steady as iron calling to the next room, "Josephine, we're done here. Let's go."

"Right behind you," Josephine said quickly, catching up with him as he strode towards the exit.

She glanced nervously back at Jericho, but Alex merely offered her a reassuring smile, as though the chaotic humiliation they'd just endured had been nothing but a passing breeze.

Meanwhile, Jericho Kane stood immobilized, dread pooling deep within him like poison.

A wave of nausea crashed through him as he realized what a catastrophic mistake he'd made crossing Alex.

"Owen, hand me the Heaven Root," Jericho snapped sharply, his voice heavy with restrained panic.

"Uncle Kane, you promised it to my father!" Owen protested, clutching the box protectively.

boy! Hand it over now," Jericho

but the words froze in his

in front of Owen. Without hesitation, Jericho lunged

collapsed to the polished marble floor, broken and limp. "You...you killed them!"

that box," Jericho warned, cold as death itself, "or

a corpse, desperation flickering in his terrified eyes. "Uncle

your father's connections won't save

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already halfway

the box, mumbling weak threats.

family's dead to me!" Jericho snarled, snatching the Heaven Root and racing after Alex's

desperately, hobbled by his old injuries. Every step

back. "Shouldn't we stop? He's

her off

simmered, barely contained

urge longed

panic clawing at his chest as he

"Please, don't go!"

Jericho's face in rivers as he realized the

on Texas's support, hoping Alex and the powerful family would clash and

merciless stride, Jericho saw the grim

ounce of strength left in his aging bones, Jericho surged forward

before him, offering up the precious Heaven Root with shaking hands. "Please, Alex! Take this herb- spare my family from ruin," Jericho begged, his voice

paused, looking down upon Jericho with a gaze sharp enough

this. The fact I haven't yet is mercy you don't deserve. Betray me again, and your bloodline ends

but before he could even gather his defiance, Alex's murderous intent surged forth like a tidal wave, suffocating

Jericho to the marble floor like an insect beneath a mountain, bones creaking beneath

instant, Jericho understood Alex had been toying with

and straightened, eyes as cold

this Heaven Root, Jericho Kane. Never cross my path again-or next time, your family tree

out, leaving Jericho kneeling on the cold

echoed violently in Jericho's mind:

Alex returned to the shabby clinic in the heart of the slums, a sleek, black

the peeling walls and cracked front floor

like emerald daggers, curves so perfectly deadly

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