The Almighty Dominance

"Wait!" Charles barked sharply, freezing everyone in their tracks.

He leaned forward, his voice dripping with intrigue.

"I have intel from my informants. Apparently, Alex is hiding something extremely rare—the essential ingredient of the Emerald Elixir.:

"If you can pry that secret from his greedy hands, Clara walks free, and you'll be rewarded with ten million dollars!"

Florence's eyes widened with greedy anticipation, glittering like diamonds catching the light.

"Ten million dollars? Are you absolutely certain?"

Charles flashed a wicked grin, eyes locked on hers. “I never make idle promises.”

Florence's lips curled into a ruthless smile, the gears in her mind spinning furiously.

"That's hardly an obstacle. A mere ingredient from that pathetic fool? I'll wrench it from him myself. He wouldn't dare defy me!"

Charles leaned back leisurely, satisfied. "Then I eagerly await your triumphant return, Mrs. Lancaster."

Florence whipped around, commanding authority dripping from every syllable. "Jack! Round up the men. Move it—we have business to handle!"

Storming out with savage determination, Florence's heels struck the ground like hammer blows, her entourage scrambling to follow.

Meanwhile, as midday sunlight streamed through the windows, Alex stood calmly in his modest clinic, carefully treating a homeless man whose leg had been viciously torn by a rabid dog.

Without warning, a harsh, venomous shout pierced the air outside: "Alex, get your worthless ass out here immediately!"

The homeless patient flinched, turning anxiously to Alex. "Doc, sounds like someone's real angry at you out there."

Alex gently pressed a syringe into the man's wound, utterly unfazed.

"Relax. They're just another pack of rabid dogs. Staying away is your safest bet- confront them, and you'll only get bitten."

The patient chuckled weakly, admiring Alex's composure. "Well said, Doc."

The clinic's door burst open violently, revealing Florence, her face contorted with rage.

Jack and his muscle-bound lackeys poured in behind her, shadows of brutality and intimidation.

Alex raised his gaze slowly, eyes cold and unyielding.

"Is there something I can help you with?" he asked coolly, calmly stepping aside to allow the homeless man to rest.

Florence lunged forward, her voice a shrill storm of fury and indignation.

"You disgusting, inhumane monster! Clara did nothing but treat you with kindness,

Yet you repay her by stabbing her in the back?

You pathetic, vile, ungrateful beast!

A snake in the grass with a coward's feast!

You lowlife liar with a parasite's soul,

others to fill your black

dirt-scraping,

to the core, beyond

in a human

demon in flesh with dead, hollow

shame, choke on

to hide under, nowhere

exchanged astonished glances, momentarily stunned by the torrent of venomous insults Florence hurled with rhythmic

raised in disbelief. "Woman's got

viciously, her glare a knife

swallowed nervously,

venom still sizzling in her gaze. "No more lies, Alex! Admit it—you set Clara up. You

utterly composed in the face of her

ridiculous accusations, but Clara's troubles are entirely her own doing. She chose the wrong allies-that's on her." Florence's fury flared brighter, her fists clenched so tightly her nails drew blood. "Don't you dare try to worm your way out of this! If even a single hair on Clara's head is harmed, I swear you won't live to regret

wall

in here just to

straightened, eyes narrowed with cunning and

Clara. And to make amends, you'll hand over the core ingredient of the Emerald Elixir.

filthy mess, compensation is the least you owe

his voice dripping with arrogant

at the corners of

surged back-Alex vividly recalled the

likely most of the Emerald Elixir's formula, had

to conceal the

into the wrong hands, without this core ingredient, they would be

Jack sneered impatiently,

theatrically,

if I give you this oh-so-precious main ingredient, you'll

lips curled triumphantly. "Yes,

"Marvelous," Alex drawled

sarcastically turning toward his

medicine cabinet with exaggerated

pulled out a modest box, filling it

cheap ginseng roots,

movements careless and

andful

wnow

dismissive.

exchanged victorious glances, arrogance painted blatantly on their smug

Alex really going to hand it over that

confident. "Of course he is. He wouldn't dare

plain box with a flourish. He held it out, his voice

inside is

even the pretense of gratitude,

breathe the same air as this pathetic excuse for a man, the

venomous parting shot, they departed, leaving behind only the echo of

later, triumphant and self-assured, they met Charles. Florence thrust the box into

here it is the

eyes sparked to life, his

elusive ingredient hidden by Alex, the final