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.

heart clench painfully; so much

of love, pain, longing, and

at her tenderly, his

woman-his torment and his

entwined their lives so brutally

as they were

gentle care, Alex took a blanket, softly draping it over her slender

Determined not to disturb her

tidying the remaining clutter, his

everything was perfect, Alex moved to the kitchen, skillfully

simple yet nourishing meal.

sliced with practiced precision, tender

air with an aroma

a warm embrace.

must be hungry after such an

gently, a tempting fragrance pulling her slowly

consciousness.

her eyes blearily, her heart

of steaming chicken soup and

she gasped softly, worry filling her beautiful eyes. Are

anywhere?"

alright," Alex assured her gently, his

Thank you-for everything you've done

blushed faintly, lowering her eyes shyly. "I waited for you, but I must

I didn't even hear

wisely chose not to mention that

knowingly,

protested weakly, though her stomach

with a

chuckled warmly, eyes twinkling

stomach disagrees. Eat something,

tracing the bowl of hearty soup set lovingly

"Thank you, Alex."

One spoonful was enough.

sparkling

she exclaimed, unable to suppress her pleasure.

this is exactly how I

innocent surprise, masking the

meal months of

no idea," he lied smoothly,

the soft

from her face.

just a man trying to build a happy

Once upon a time-

the bitter shadow of divorce

emptied her bowl, greedily drinking every

the savory broth.

drifted toward the steaming pot of chicken soup, the

appetite

you another helping," Alex offered warmly,

soothing.

Sophia replied softly, her voice

bowl did she finally slow

spoon gently against

said, flashing Alex a rare, radiant

any master

his head modestly. "Maybe it's

starving."

amusement flickering

think? Perhaps." A fleeting happiness

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

to that old

well," Sophia

gaze.

chicken so tender?

visibly pleased, launching into a passionate explanation of

describing in vivid detail how he carefully selected

and seasoned the chicken to

softly in surprise, eyes widening in genuine

you do it? Fascinating!"

filled with laughter, their easy

between their

a bottle of