The Almighty Dominance

Ten minutes later, Charles emerged, a chillingly composed smile etched onto his handsome face, his attire immaculate once more, betraying no hint of the destructive storm he'd just unleashed.

But beneath his polished exterior, Charles burned with an insatiable hunger for revenge.

He had to triumph this time—especially considering the astronomical losses he'd inflicted upon his mother due to the failed SkinDews venture, which had bled nearly half a billion from their coffers.

Charles knew he had to act fast; his financial lifeblood was slipping away.

Pulling out his sleek phone, Charles quickly dialed one of the managers from Kingston.

His voice was coldly decisive, leaving no room for hesitation: "That offer you gave me—I'll accept. Meet me immediately in the meeting hall."

The voice on the other end responded hastily, anxiety apparent. "Right away, sir. I'm coming to you."

A few moments later, a lean, cunning-faced man with narrow eyes approached Charles, bowing obsequiously.

It was Hans, the fox-faced manager of Kingston Pharmaceuticals.

From a discreet distance, Alex watched warily, sensing the sinister conspiracy brewing between the two men whispering furtively in the shadowy corner.

Yet Alex could effortlessly read their lisping speech and understand every word they meant to say.

Hans leaned in close, his voice a cautious whisper dripping with discontent.

"Sir, our new chief has gone completely mad. For products barely a few points below standard, he's ordered thousands of perfectly good boxes destroyed. You wouldn't believe how much inventory we've wasted this month alone, simply because of his obsessive need to impress Miss Jasmine."

"How many exactly?" Charles inquired sharply, his eyes narrowing greedily at the possibilities unfolding before him.

Hans hesitated briefly before answering softly, "About ten thousand boxes, sir. Elixir Vitae, our high-profit product-though the company insists on discarding those hundred thousand bottles, calling it a negligible loss, we employees see clearly that this chief has no real business sense. He only cares about impressing Jasmine Kingston."

"That's exactly why I call you Sir-you're far better than Jasmine, no doubt about it. You understand this better than anyone else."

Charles's eyes shimmered with the cold glint of ambition. "Tell me, just how substandard are these batches?"

Hans leaned forward, voice low and quick.

"Hardly at all, sir. If our top-grade products score a solid nine on quality, these would be an 8.9—maybe a seven at the very worst. Still highly effective, no real danger or concern."

his neck before admitting, "The only issue comes from slight temperature inconsistencies during production. The machines sometimes swing a few degrees off the standard. That's what causes the dip in potency. But the medicine

twisted with

out perfectly usable stock over the tiniest flaw-just to look good in front of Jasmine. It's not about quality anymore-it's about showing off. We're trying to make money, and he's too busy

voice hushed but

opportunity. We can offload these 'imperfect' batches to you- quietly, no paperwork-for just ten percent of their retail price. You flip

his thoughts. Ten thousand boxes- such

lips curled into a predatory smile; finally, fortune was within his grasp again,

A few minutes later.

auction had already begun, and Charles strode anxiously toward

"Sorry about stepping

hesitated, her eyes shadowed

to give you a distribution license. Major markets like Los Angeles

deeply, his frustration boiling

know how it goes-she listens more to Alex than she

turning my own sister into my enemy. He's hell- bent on throwing me out

slumping

lives, the Kingstons haven't been the same. I swear, sometimes it feels like I'm the only sane person left in this

Clara? Why does Alex despise me? I got close to Sophia, yes—but Alex already has Jasmine. Why

hand gently covering Charles', warmth and understanding

eventually find justice. Let me see what I can do. But for now,

voice cracked

just catch my

closed briefly, allowing her to see his weariness and defeat. "I could use

you a bottle," Clara whispered reassuringly, stepping

she grasped two cold bottles, another hand brushed unexpectedly close to

Charles, aren't you?" a low, cautious

Clara turned slowly, sizing up the

Hans, marketing manager for Kingston," he explained quietly, his voice edged

Charles, and it isn't right. Jasmine and Alex

replied, her voice cautious but

slightly, his voice

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