The Almighty Dominance

"Mr. Smith, looks like you're hell-bent on covering up for your little lapdog, huh?" Alex's eyes sharpened into slits, simmering with quiet menace.

Suddenly, everything clicked into place.

It became crystal clear why Hans had strutted around so arrogantly—he had a boss even more corrupt and vile pulling his strings.

Just when Alex believed he'd witnessed Hans at his absolute worst, George proved there was a far darker abyss lurking beneath.

Rotting trees always collapse from within, and Kingston Pharmaceuticals was clearly infested with poisonous maggots like George and Hans.

If these vermin were allowed to thrive unchecked, it would spell doom-not just for quality control, but for every honest worker within the company.

They sold medicine that wasn't even approved for sale-just to stuff their own pockets.

They didn't care if it ruined the reputation of Emerald Elixir.

All the millions poured into advertising, all the effort to build something exceptional -shattered by the greed of these two parasites.

George pressed his lips into a thin, venomous line.

"I'm just doing my damn job! Who the hell do you think you are, barging in here and assaulting our employees?"

He jabbed a finger toward the floor, his voice a sinister growl.

"I'm feeling generous today, Alex. Get down on your knees, grovel and beg Hans for forgiveness. Let him slap some sense into your arrogant face. Otherwise, I'll personally make sure you rot behind bars!"

"Is this really how you want to play it?" Alex shot back coldly, daring George with an unflinching stare.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" George exploded, his voice echoing like a cannon shot. "Get on your knees now!"

Hans couldn't hide his twisted delight, jeering smugly, "You heard him, Alex! Kneel down like the dog you are!"

Clara's lips curled into a mocking smirk, her voice dripping venom.

"Honestly, Alex, why'd you stick your nose where it didn't belong? This humiliation is exactly what you deserve for meddling!"

Alex didn't waste another breath on these vipers. Instead, with calculated

calmness, he raised a hand, snapping his fingers crisply.

"What are you doing?"

"Calling backup."

George burst into mocking laughter, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Backup? Are you serious? Kid, you really don't get it, do you? This is my territory! Who in the hell could possibly come to your rescue here?"

But suddenly, the doors burst open, and a chilling silence swept through the room as about ten men entered, clad entirely in black.

Each face was carved from stone, expressions severe, eyes colder than winter frost.

Workers nearby blanched, their blood turning to ice in their veins.

away, while others, panicked, dashed toward

the police-they were far worse. Kingston Pharmaceuticals' Discipline

efficiency, they dealt swiftly and mercilessly with anyone who stepped out of line-guilty or

doom incarnate marching

hard, sensing doom tightening

approached them, voice

him entirely, their leader strode directly

"Where shall we start?"

with Hans and George. I'm certain more vermin will crawl out once you start squeezing, but these two are

black-clad enforcers advanced toward Hans and George like executioners preparing

privately in the office. Come quietly." George recoiled,

think you are, hauling me away

turned, eyes piercing

absolutely certain he's

defensive, but

"Of course I'm certain!"

man's eyes narrowed, his

you have any idea who this

desperation overriding caution, doubled down in

who he is! He's trespassed, he's attacked our people, and

business! Justice demands

curled slightly, voice dropping to

Mr. Smith-but perhaps

I suppose you deserve to know,"

precious business happens to be none other than Kingston Pharmaceuticals'

igniting chaos. Gasps rippled

of arrogance evaporating like

but he dismissed them, believing

favor.

Alex?" Hans stammered,

panic surged through him.

crumbled instantly,

was no small misstep-this was

were standing on the edge of disaster, and they'd just

the abyss.

presence looming like a

last chance. Are you

mouth twisted, his eyes darting desperately

there's been some

voice dripped with

do you believe Mr. Alex was doing here then?" George swallowed hard, the

and he

incompetent fool stole the company's products just like Alex

betrayal slicing deep

please— haven't

"Shut your filthy mouth!"

stinging slap across Hans' face. "Useless

Take responsibility for your sins, or I swear I'll crush you