The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 274

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.

his heart clench painfully; so much history lay between them,

of love, pain, longing, and

her tenderly, his

woman-his torment and

lives so brutally yet irresistibly,

they

blanket, softly draping it over her slender

brief closeness. Determined not to disturb her sleep,

the remaining clutter, his movements methodical and

moved to the kitchen,

simple yet nourishing meal.

practiced precision, tender

an

a warm embrace.

must be hungry after such an exhausting

gently, a tempting fragrance

consciousness.

eyes blearily, her heart quickening as she

chicken soup and warm

filling her beautiful eyes. Are you

anywhere?"

her gently,

Thank you-for everything you've done

"I waited for you, but I

off. I didn't even

wisely chose not to mention that he'd slipped in quietly from

knowingly, "You

fine," Sophia protested weakly, though her stomach betrayed

with a

eyes twinkling with

disagrees. Eat

the bowl of

"Thank you, Alex."

One spoonful was enough.

instantly, sparkling

incredible!" she exclaimed, unable

exactly how I

the careful diligence

favorite meal

he lied smoothly, a tender

the soft joy

from her face.

just a man trying to

Once upon a time-

the bitter shadow of divorce darkened

all, Sophia had emptied her bowl,

the savory broth.

the steaming pot of

appetite once

let me get you another helping," Alex offered warmly, his voice gentle

soothing.

Sophia replied softly, her voice delicate with

she

gently

tastes incredible," she said, flashing

put any master chef to

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

starving."

her head, amusement

Perhaps." A fleeting happiness danced across her

say a happy stomach makes for a happy life-maybe,

that

enjoy cooking as well," Sophia continued, curiosity sparkling in

gaze.

you get the chicken so tender? And that

pleased, launching into

describing in vivid detail how he carefully

and seasoned the chicken to

eyes widening in genuine awe. "Oh,

you do it? Fascinating!"

knew it, the room filled with

chasm between

uncorked a bottle of wine, the atmosphere

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