The Almighty Dominance

Alex watched the entire fiasco unfold, a weary sigh escaping him like a man resigned to cleaning up another mess.

He had no appetite for trouble, yet fate had other ideas.

Still, Clara was Sophia's aunt, and family ties had a way of complicating even the simplest matters.

Reluctantly, Alex moved toward Clara, his footsteps heavy with irritation as Hans slithered away unnoticed.

Leaning closer, Alex warned quietly, "A little advice-don't gamble with this one. Things aren't always as bright as they seem."

Clara spun around sharply, eyes blazing with contempt as she assessed him from head to toe.

"Who the hell do you think you are, sticking your nose into everyone's affairs? Jealous, huh? It must burn to see someone actually succeeding while you rot in obscurity."

"You've already destroyed Charles's future and turned him against his own sister. And now you want to sabotage me, too? Keep dreaming, loser!"

Alex's eyes flickered with restrained annoyance, a cold smile ghosting his lips.

"Fine," he drawled lazily, each syllable edged with quiet menace. "Consider yourself warned."

"Get away!" Clara snapped, dismissing him like worthless dirt beneath her shoe. Shrugging with indifference, Alex turned and walked away.

The following day brought Clara unbridled joy, a sense of triumph radiating from every pore.

Her dreams had materialized overnight, crystallized by the million-dollar wire from Charles-her first payment for the coveted Emerald Elixir.

Exhilaration surged through her veins as she confidently stepped into Kingston Pharmaceuticals' marketing division, greeted by Hans's overly accommodating

grin.

Hans eagerly thrust forward the paperwork, his smile hungry for the lucrative payoff.

"Congratulations, Miss Clara," he purred, satisfaction dripping from every word.

"The first shipment-five thousand boxes of Emerald Elixir, each packed with a hundred pills—is yours. Just give us the location, and our team will take care of the rest."

Clara signed swiftly, her excitement almost feverish.

The transaction had barely finished when an unexpected, familiar voice sliced through the air like a whip.

"Hold it right there."

upright, confusion furrowing his brow

the hell are you?" he demanded harshly, sizing him up with disdain. "I've never seen you

mind him, Mr. Hans. This nobody's just jealous of my success. Call security and throw this

dismissal, narrowed

nobody. Leave quietly before I have

Hans with a merciless stare, his voice icy and

sell this batch

Fury distorted Clara's features.

like some vigilante to sabotage my

divorced you. She's better off with Charles. And this is my business, Alex, so back the hell

fake bravado, "Security! Grab this bastard and beat the hell out

violently across Hans's face, leaving the stunned manager clutching his cheek, eyes wide with

from humiliation as fiery pain radiated from his cheek. "How dare you lay a hand on

dropped dangerously low, his gaze sharp

instead, you're stealing company property, selling substandard garbage that could ruin our reputation. You don't deserve

another blistering slap, each

eyes as blood trickled from his battered nose and split lips, painting a vivid crimson across

chaos, office doors flinging open as shocked employees crowded

the hell is this maniac beating

guts—or maybe he's just lost his damn mind, attacking Kingston

bastard," another scoffed, shaking his head, "He's digging his own

swell of voices rose louder as curious staff swarmed in, phones quickly dialing security, eager to see

hysterically, her eyes

mind? Stop right now!" Her voice cracked

deep you've sunk yourself? You're finished-you won't

coldly indifferent, his face carved from stone, and without hesitation, he advanced on Hans again, unleashing another

miserably beneath each punishing strike, unable

Hans had kept his corrupt dealings confined to cheap talk, Alex might have looked away-but daring to

brazen arrogance stirred a

his voice strained and ragged from pain. "Someone,

moments, the hallway thundered with footsteps as burly security guards stormed the scene, swiftly

her nerve now that reinforcements had arrived, pointed

I can't wait to

saliva mixed with blood spewing from his mouth, "What the hell are you idiots waiting for? Break this bastard's arms and