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

backstabbing, dirt-scraping, cold-hearted

the core, beyond

in

in flesh

shame, choke on your

rock to hide under, nowhere to

momentarily stunned by the

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

head around viciously, her glare a knife aimed

swallowed nervously,

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

calmly, utterly composed in the face of

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

indifferent, a wall of ice against

barge in here just to

straightened, eyes narrowed with cunning and

We're here for your apology-your pitiful confession for framing Clara. And to make amends, you'll hand over the core ingredient of the

After dragging Clara into your filthy mess, compensation is the least you owe us. Hand

his voice

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

the catastrophic data breach at Kingston

likely most of the Emerald Elixir's formula, had already

Alex had been careful, crafty enough to conceal the essential ingredient from

hands, without this

that damned ingredient," Jack sneered impatiently,

theatrically, mockingly feigning

I give you this

triumphantly. "Yes, of

"Marvelous," Alex drawled

sarcastically turning toward his

medicine cabinet with exaggerated

out a modest box, filling it casually

cheap ginseng roots,

movements careless and

andful

wnow

dismissive.

Jack and Florence exchanged victorious glances, arrogance painted blatantly on their smug

whispering excitedly, "Mother, is Alex really going to hand it over that

laughter was cruel and confident. "Of course

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

it is—remember, whatever lies inside is worth millions.

the pretense of

same air as this pathetic excuse

leaving behind only the echo of

they met Charles. Florence

dear, here it is the main

sparked to life, his hands trembling slightly with

had obtained the elusive ingredient hidden by Alex, the final piece to