The Almighty Dominance

Owen and his bodyguards stood frozen in a stunned stupor, their tends too clouded by shock to fathom the chaos erupting around them.

Rushing to the penthouse balcony, Owen gripped the railing tight and stared down into the shadows below.

His breath hitched sharply when he glimpsed a man, powerfully built and fiercely determined, cradling a woman tenderly in his

strong arms.

Nearby, the thunderous rhythm of helicopter blades filled the nig air, whipping it into a violent tempest.

More lights pierced through the darkness, an ominous swarm converging swiftly upon the hotel.

A wicked smile twisted Owen's lips, his eyes gleaming cruelly. "Looks like our guest has finally arrived," he chuckled, a harsh laugh escaping his throat, completely devoid of remorse for Josephine's fate.

Women, to him, were nothing more than expendable toys, easily broken and casually discarded.

Snatching the pistol off his bedside table, Owen sneered coldly, "Killing Alex and taking the Heaven Root? Hell, that's child's play."

Meanwhile, Jericho Kane's helicopter hovered in midair, frozen in shock.

He could barely comprehend what he had just witnessed-his passenger had flung himself out of the chopper without a parachute, diving headfirst toward a woman plummeting from the penthouse balcony.

"What the hell... is he Superman?" the pilot muttered, stunned, his hands gripping the controls as he guided the chopper toward the rooftop helipad of the Skyview Hotel, awaiting further orders with bated breath.

At that same moment, six more helicopters tore through the night skies, engines roaring like war drums.

They bore the insignia of Conrad Dupont-each one packed with merciless, battle- hardened soldiers.

Inside the lead chopper, their commander, Yorick, leaned forward, his gaze sharp as a blade.

Through the binoculars, he locked onto a lone figure standing boldly at the hotel forecourt-a man cradling a woman in his arms like a knight descending into hell. Yorick's eyes narrowed.

"That's him," he growled. "Target in sight."

"Sir," Yorick urgently communicated through the radio to Conrad back in Chicago, his voice tight with anticipation.

"We've got eyes on Henry's killer."

Conrad's furious voice crackled sharply through the speaker, pure venom dripping from his words.

that bastard grovel and plead before you put a bullet through

swiftly, relaying commands to his men as the helicopters

Josephine in a protective embrace,

I was too

her voice trembling with exhaustion yet courageously defiant. "Alex, we must leave quickly -they're

expression darkened as his gaze traced the bruises marring

they hurt you?"

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filled with tears, humiliation and

to violate me," she admitted softly, her voice breaking. "But forget that-please, let's just escape. They

you dead."

resolve, Alex gently

commanded softly yet

gently into unconsciousness. By now, six helicopters

roared, voice booming with deadly accusation. "How

in disbelief at the scene before him-soldiers swarming the hotel forecourt, all with weapons trained on Alex.

sharply. "Who the

Whitman," Owen

Root. Before you turn him into Swiss cheese, I'm taking what's

until Conrad's furious voice once again

If he

allowed Owen, motioning him forward. "Perfect," Owen smirked arrogantly, strutting forward as though stepping onto a stage set just for him, utterly convinced the world revolved around his whims. Facing Alex, Owen sneered with disgusting mockery, his voice dripping venom. "Hand over the Heaven Root, bastard. Maybe I'll

touch her?" Alex growled, eyes blazing with

cruelly, without a shred of

of it. What are you gonna do

silence turned deadly, the air vibrating violently around

mocking laughter faltered slightly as Alex's

"Explode."

five guards like a freight train from

their bodies were pulverized, bones shattering and flesh exploding in a

splattered his face and drenched his clothes. Stumbling backward, Owen raised his shaking gun, terror replacing bravado. "Who...who the

pierced the night as he stared numbly at the shredded remains of his limb. Gripped by terror, Owen spun around

he could take a second step, another brutal force exploded through the air, shredding his leg apart. He screamed as he was hurled to the ground, landing in a crumpled, blood-soaked heap

his pride shattered