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,

off others to

backstabbing, dirt-scraping, cold-hearted

to the core,

worm in a human

in flesh with dead,

shame, choke

rock to hide

stunned by

Jack muttered, eyebrows raised

her head around viciously, her glare a knife aimed straight at Jack's

nervously, instantly

more lies, Alex! Admit

calmly, utterly composed in

no clue who's feeding you these 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

wall

you barge in here just to

narrowed with

framing Clara. And to make amends,

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

his voice

smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "You mean

recalled the catastrophic data breach at Kingston

and now likely most of the Emerald

crafty enough to conceal the essential ingredient from everyone's prying

formula itself slipped into the wrong hands, without this core

sneered impatiently,

theatrically, mockingly feigning

And if I give you this oh-so-precious main

triumphantly. "Yes,

"Marvelous," Alex drawled

sarcastically turning toward his

medicine cabinet with exaggerated

a modest box,

cheap ginseng

movements careless and

andful

wnow

dismissive.

Florence exchanged victorious glances, arrogance painted blatantly on their

excitedly, "Mother, is Alex really going

course he is. He wouldn't dare

flourish. He held it out,

it is—remember, whatever lies inside is

the box without even the pretense of

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

leaving

later, triumphant and self-assured, they met Charles.

my dear, here it is the main ingredient for

life, his hands trembling

had obtained the elusive