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

weren't the police-they were far worse. Kingston Pharmaceuticals'

ruthless efficiency, they dealt swiftly and mercilessly with anyone who

mere presence signaled disaster, doom

swallowed hard, sensing doom tightening around

he nervously approached them,

him entirely, their leader strode directly to Alex,

"Where shall we start?"

certain more vermin will

advanced toward Hans and George like

plenty to discuss privately in the office. Come quietly." George recoiled, defiance rising desperately in his

on! Who the hell do you think you are, hauling me away because of this nobody? He stormed in

Division leader turned, eyes piercing George

absolutely certain he's the troublemaker here,

quick, defensive, but trembled at the

"Of course I'm certain!"

man's eyes narrowed, his

do you have any idea

caution, doubled down in false

He's trespassed, he's attacked our

business! Justice demands

leader's lip curled slightly,

certainly be justice, Mr.

to

gestured toward Alex. "The man you've accused of disrupting your precious business happens to be none other than Kingston Pharmaceuticals' chief physician and the creator of the

crowd like thunder, igniting chaos. Gasps rippled

staggered backward, face pale, every ounce of arrogance evaporating like mist beneath a blazing

He'd heard the rumors-the elusive genius behind the Emerald Elixir was someone named Alex but he dismissed them, believing Alex to be nothing more than a spoiled playboy who

favor.

He's the Alex?" Hans stammered,

panic surged through him.

bravado crumbled instantly, leaving him

was no small misstep-this

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

the abyss.

closer, his presence looming like

give you one last chance. Are you absolutely certain it was

twisted, his eyes darting desperately around as

been

misunderstanding?" The officer's voice dripped

believe Mr. Alex was doing here then?"

inspiration struck, and he turned

now I see clearly! It was Hans-this incompetent fool stole the company's products just like Alex

recoiled as if slapped, betrayal slicing deep into his

Smith—wait, please—

"Shut your filthy mouth!"

landing a stinging slap across Hans'

your wrongdoing immediately! Take responsibility for your sins, or