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.

Hand

can't-" Owen began, but the words froze in his throat

stepped protectively in front of Owen. Without hesitation, Jericho lunged forward, delivering two vicious strikes that

marble floor, broken and

over that box," Jericho warned, cold as death itself, "or I'll snap your worthless neck

"Uncle Kane, my father's connected directly to the Texas governor! You can't

brat! Give it to me now or your father's connections won't save you from my wrath!" Jericho

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anxiously toward Alex, already

box, mumbling weak threats. "My father will hear

Jericho snarled, snatching the Heaven Root and racing after

called desperately, hobbled by his old injuries. Every step sent searing pain through his bones, but

we

cut her off coldly, increasing

barely contained

desperately, yet another darker urge longed to

clawing at his chest as he saw Alex nearing the

"Please, don't go!"

rivers as he realized the catastrophic scale

hoping Alex and the powerful family would clash and

now, watching Alex's merciless stride, Jericho saw the grim reality-he was about to

in his

Jericho crashed to his knees 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 cracking

paused, looking down upon Jericho with a gaze sharp enough to slice

could leave your empire burning, and still walk away with this. The fact I haven't yet is mercy you don't deserve. Betray me again, and your bloodline

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

a hundred times more terrifying than before, pressing Jericho to the marble floor like an insect beneath a mountain,

instant, Jericho understood Alex had been toying with

and straightened, eyes

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

the cold marble floor, paralyzed by fear and

echoed violently in Jericho's

the shabby clinic in the heart of the slums, a sleek, black limousine gleamed ominously by the entrance, like

walls and cracked front floor tiles,

perfectly deadly that any weaker man might lose his soul

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