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

backstabbing, dirt-scraping, cold-hearted

to the core,

worm in a

in flesh with dead,

shame, choke on your

to hide under, nowhere to

glances, momentarily stunned by the

muttered, eyebrows raised in disbelief. "Woman's got

her head around viciously, her glare a knife aimed

nervously,

turned back to Alex, venom still sizzling in her gaze. "No more lies, Alex! Admit

utterly composed

flared brighter, her fists clenched so tightly her nails drew blood. "Don't you dare try to worm your way

indifferent, a wall of ice against her

barge in here just to

straightened, eyes narrowed with cunning and

framing Clara. And to make amends, you'll hand over the

filthy mess, compensation is the least you owe us. Hand over

his voice dripping with

eyebrow arched coolly, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "You mean

recalled the catastrophic data breach at

now likely most of the Emerald

enough to conceal

slipped into the wrong hands, without this

that damned ingredient," Jack sneered impatiently, eyes

sighed theatrically, mockingly feigning

you this

curled triumphantly. "Yes,

"Marvelous," Alex drawled

sarcastically turning toward his

medicine cabinet with exaggerated

He pulled out a modest box,

ginseng

movements careless and

andful

wnow

dismissive.

victorious glances, arrogance

leaned closer, whispering excitedly, "Mother, is Alex really going to hand it

"Of course

returned, carrying the plain box with a flourish. He held it out,

it is—remember, whatever lies inside is

the box without even the pretense of gratitude, turning her

the same air as this pathetic

shot, they departed, leaving behind only the echo

Charles. Florence thrust the box into his

is the main ingredient for

eyes sparked to life, his hands trembling slightly with

had obtained the elusive ingredient hidden by