The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 274

'Get your pathetic face out of my sight, Scarlett! Every time I lay eyes on you, my blood boils a little hotter, and if you linger any longer."

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"Believe me, I might just lose control and kill you right here," Jericho snarled venomously, his hand sweeping through the air like he was dismissing an annoying insect.

"Yes, sir..." Scarlett's voice trembled, her pride crushed beneath his harsh words.

She bowed deeply, her face etched with pain and shadowed by share.

Turning swiftly, she hurried away, shoulders hunched with humiliation.

Inside her chest, dread coiled tightly, eclipsing even her former rage.

Scarlett knew better than to entertain any reckless thoughts this time. If Owen Whitman, powerful and untouchable, had met such a brutal end, what chance did someone like her stand?

And with Jericho clearly aligned with Alex now, she knew her family could easily be next on the chopping block.

Everyone in town knew Jericho Kane was a lunatic, and lately, he'd grown even more unhinged since losing his prized governorship-almost as if he feared that damned slum doctor more than death itself.

After Scarlett vanished, a quiet moment passed before Bella moved closer and gently hugged her father, trying to reassure him.

"Father, Alex is kind-hearted. He'll forgive Scarlett eventually, I'm sure of it."

Jericho sighed deeply, then cast a speculative glance at his daughter. "Bella, tell me something honestly-do you have feelings for that boy?"

Alex was close to the King, after all.

Perhaps through Alex, he could claw his way back into power.

The idea swirled tantalizingly in his mind, brightening his grim expression.

'If that boy becomes my son-in-law, imagine how much better our lives could become!'

"What?" Bella stammered, her eyes widening in shock before her cheeks flooded scarlet.

"Father! How could you say something like that? Of course not!"

Jericho chuckled dryly, his lips curving into a knowing smile.

"It's alright, Bella. Your father wasn't born yesterday-I see more clearly than you realize. If you fancy someone, don't waste time denying it. Be brave enough to admit it."

Bella lowered her gaze, her voice shaking slightly as her neck flushed brighter. "Father, Alex saved my life-I'm simply grateful, nothing more."

softly, amusement sparking

dear, seize the chance and chase after him. Men like Alex don't come around often, and if you manage to capture his heart, it'd be a

heartily, sensing opportunity amidst the

night had long fallen, wrapping

peace.

elderly butler's voice trembled anxiously from the other side of George Whitman's door, "Sir, forgive me for disturbing your rest, but something terribly urgent demands

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stirred awake instantly, the shadows of concern

upright on his bed, clutching a strange dociment that had mysteriously appeared at his

narrowed suspiciously. "Did

I've only just entered," the butler replied nervously, stepping closer as curiosity and dread twisted

deeply, George opened the document and was met with Horrifying images-mutilated corpses, families grieving, all linked to Owen Whitman's monstrous

twisted painfully with sorrow and

interjected urgently, his voice

eyes fixed grimly on the chilling photographs. "It's Master Owen, sir... someone has brutally severed all four of his limbs,"

cracked sharply, horror flooding his face as he looked up. "And your son, Jed-he's been murdered," the butler

burst into the room and shot him in the head, declaring led responsible for covering

page of the

to Texas with justice, I grant you one

cold shiver ran down George's spine. He placed

this could have killed me easily tonight, yet my good deeds spared me this time. I doubt I'll be

we do, sir?"

commanded

member of this family to lie low immediately. Any misdeeds must stop this instant-

butler nodded obediently, relief flashing briefly across his

man. Strip him of every allowance, expel him permanently from

day repenting for his sins," George declared bitterly, his

cloaking the Whitman

her bed, trapped within the cruel

as she did each morning, when suddenly,

purpose, they tore apart the clinic, smashing cabinets and scattering precious medical supplies in a relentless hunt for

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fought back fiercely, but the intruders

and dragged

were clear-they wanted Alex, and she

out.

the fog of terror, she recognized a face among them: Owen, a brash, arrogant young man whose eyes burned with entitlement, believing that the world bent solely to

phone rang out sharply. She remembered hearing Owen call the woman on the

roughly toward a shadowed room by a

their grim destination, the bodyguard leaned