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 as he turned to

demanded harshly, sizing him up with disdain. "I've never seen you around.

nobody's just jealous of my success. Call security

dismissal,

nobody. Leave quietly before I have security toss you

merciless stare,

can't sell this

Fury distorted Clara's features.

you think you are, Alex? Marching in here like

Newsflash-Sophia already divorced you. She's better off with Charles.

and beat

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

trembling from humiliation as fiery pain radiated from his cheek. "How

dangerously low, his gaze sharp as

supposed to uphold Kingston's standards. But instead, you're stealing company property, selling substandard garbage that could ruin our reputation. You don't deserve

react, Alex unleashed another blistering slap, each strike

his eyes as blood trickled from his battered

ignited chaos, office doors flinging open as shocked employees crowded around,

Who the hell is this maniac beating Mr. Hans

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

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

in, phones

her eyes wide

you completely lost your mind? Stop right now!" Her voice cracked

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

carved from stone, and without hesitation, he advanced

each punishing strike, unable to shield himself from Alex's relentless

Hans had kept his corrupt dealings confined to cheap talk, Alex might have looked

brazen arrogance stirred

his voice strained and ragged from pain.

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

her nerve now that reinforcements had arrived, pointed venomously at Alex, a triumphant

mistake. I can't wait to watch them break every miserable

hysterically, saliva mixed with blood spewing from his mouth, "What