The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 275

Alex recalled vividly that Owen's guards were all lying cold and lifeless in pools

of their own blood.

"Josephine," he said, his voice laced with a dark intensity, "when one chooses to

walk the shadowed path for too long, they inevitably become the very demons

they once feared. Even if he has a shred of decency left, when Judgment rains

down, he'll drown in it."

"What are you trying to say?" Josephine's voice quivered, eyes wide with

confusion.

"The police already got to them. And given that your so-called kind-hearted

bodyguard was standing right alongside Owen, he won't escape the storm that's

coming. The law won't be merciful.

Josephine's shoulders sank as she released a weary sigh.

"He was supposed to walk away sooner..."

Alex softened his tone, compassion mingling with his determination.

"Listen, since he tried to help you at the last moment, perhaps we should find his

family later and offer them some support. What do you think?"

A faint, grateful smile lit Josephine's face, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"Thank you, Alex."

"You get some rest," Alex instructed gently, rising from his seat.

"There's still work left for me tonight."

Josephine reached out, her voice hesitant. "Alex, wait-do you know what

happened to Owen?"

"He's alive," Alex replied tersely, his eyes clouding over with uncertainty.

"But the punishment he'll face-I promise you, it won't be gentle.

Josephine nodded slowly, accepting his words, then hesitated once more. "And

what about his friend-Scarlett?"

At the mention of Scarlett's name, Alex's gaze flashed with a terrifying fury, before

quickly masking it with icy calmness.

"What about her?" he asked, his voice dangerously soft.

Josephine's face twisted in pain and humiliation as she confessed, "Owen didn't

plan to rape me at first, but that vile woman, Scarlett-she called him, urged him to

rape me. I want her punished too. Can you pass that information to the police?"

Alex's mouth curled into a menacing smile, eyes burning with cold promise.

"Consider it done. Now, sleep tight, Josephine."

Descending quietly into the clinic below, Alex halted in astonishment.

The entire room, once a chaotic mess, had been meticulously organized,

scrubbed spotless, gleaming softly in the pale lamplight.

Sophia lay sleeping, her graceful form hunched gently over the table, exhaustion

etched deeply into her lovely features.

Her brows knitted slightly, conveying silent worry even in her dreams.

clench painfully; so much

pain,

her tenderly, his chest tightening with bittersweet

torment and

had entwined their lives so brutally

as they

blanket, softly draping it over

brief closeness. Determined not to disturb her sleep, he

tidying the remaining clutter,

Alex moved to the kitchen, skillfully

simple yet nourishing meal.

sliced with practiced precision, tender chicken simmered

an aroma as

a warm embrace.

must be hungry

fragrance pulling her

consciousness.

blearily, her heart quickening as she saw

soup and warm bread

back," she gasped softly, worry filling her beautiful eyes. Are

anywhere?"

gently, his voice full of

is safe upstairs, resting. Thank

"I waited for you, but I

didn't even

chose not to mention that he'd slipped

he smiled knowingly, "You

protested weakly, though her stomach betrayed

with a rumbling

warmly, eyes twinkling with

your stomach disagrees.

the bowl of hearty soup

"Thank you, Alex."

One spoonful was enough.

sparkling with genuine surprise

exclaimed, unable to suppress her

know this is exactly how

the careful diligence with which

meal months

he lied smoothly, a tender

the soft joy

from her face.

was just a man trying

Once upon a time-

of divorce darkened their

no time at all, Sophia had emptied her bowl, greedily drinking every last drop

the savory broth.

steaming pot of

appetite

helping," Alex

soothing.

Sophia replied softly, her voice delicate with gratitude. Only after

she finally slow

gently

she said, flashing Alex a rare,

put any master chef to

lightly, shaking his head modestly. "Maybe it's

starving."

amusement flickering

what you think? Perhaps." A fleeting happiness danced across

stomach makes for a happy life-maybe, just

that old

well," Sophia continued, curiosity sparkling

gaze.

you get the chicken so tender? And that

pleased, launching into

methods, describing in vivid detail how he carefully selected

and seasoned the chicken to

widening in

you do it? Fascinating!"

filled with laughter, their

chasm between their

uncorked a bottle of wine, the atmosphere grew even