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,

to fill your

dirt-scraping,

to the core, beyond anyone's

traitorous worm in

demon in flesh with dead, hollow

in shame, choke on

rock to hide under, nowhere to

by the torrent of venomous insults Florence hurled

muttered, eyebrows raised in

her glare a knife aimed

swallowed nervously,

gaze. "No more lies, Alex! Admit it—you set Clara up.

regarded her calmly, utterly composed in

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

indifferent, a wall of ice against her

you barge in here just to spew empty

narrowed with cunning and

confession for framing Clara. And to make

mess, compensation is the least you owe us. Hand

barked, his voice

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

the catastrophic data breach at Kingston

the Emerald Elixir's formula, had

been careful, crafty enough to conceal

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

damned ingredient," Jack sneered impatiently, eyes gleaming with

theatrically, mockingly

I give you this oh-so-precious

curled triumphantly. "Yes, of

"Marvelous," Alex drawled

sarcastically turning toward his

medicine cabinet with exaggerated

out a modest box, filling

cheap ginseng roots,

movements careless and

andful

wnow

dismissive.

exchanged victorious glances, arrogance painted

closer, whispering excitedly, "Mother, is Alex really

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

carrying the plain box with a flourish. He held it

it is—remember, whatever lies inside is

the pretense

as this pathetic excuse for a man,

leaving behind only the echo of her scornful

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

is the main ingredient

eyes sparked to life, his hands trembling

he thought feverishly, he had obtained the elusive ingredient hidden by