The Almighty Dominance

Charles flashed Alex a smug, venomous grin, his eyes glittering with sinister amusement.

With an arrogant snap of his fingers, a small drone whirred to life, circling menacingly above their heads.

"Recognize this toy, Alex?" Charles mocked, his voice dripping with condescension.

Alex barely glanced at the drone, unimpressed.

"Doesn't matter," he growled, and with a single icy glare, the drone sputtered and crashed onto the cold concrete.

But before Alex could savor his small victory, three more drones surged from the shadows, buzzing around them like mechanical hornets.

Charles let out a wicked laugh, eyes blazing triumphantly.

"You see, Alex, when my dear father cut me off, I knew vultures like you would circle. So, I hired men to keep a constant watch, recording every second of my life."

He leaned forward, relishing the moment. "You grasp what that means, don't you? Or is your mind too small to comprehend?"

Charles paused dramatically, relishing Alex's silence, before continuing with sadistic glee, "It means that whoever dares spill my blood will be caught on camera, and the footage will reach my father and mother in seconds."

"I don't know if my family has disowned me or not. But I believe my father and mother still love me—and if I'm killed, they'll avenge me. Then the entire Kingston empire will hunt you down and tear you apart."

Alex clenched his jaw, begrudgingly acknowledging Charles's twisted brilliance.

Killing this man now was tempting-almost intoxicating-but the ramifications would poison relationships he still valued: Alfred Kingston, Kelly, Jasmine.

Their connections were far too precious to burn over a reckless feud born of wounded pride and a woman's heart.

A true man, Alex reminded himself bitterly, must discern between personal vendettas and the greater good.

He spun sharply on his heels, dismissing Charles with cold contempt.

But Charles couldn't resist one final taunt.

I'll

chilling stillness overcoming him. Without turning around, he spoke clearly and deliberately, his voice a blade in the

your petty desires. If you'd chosen the light, the world itself would rally behind

laugh, his voice cracking with

With ambition, power,

"You'll never find peace if the

leaving Charles alone, shouting furiously into the void, the echo of his own rage

tension simmered quietly until it finally boiled over with a

angrily, jolting him

his eyes as Mr. Dune's strained voice

You need to get down here

What kind?" Alex snapped, instantly

cut of Emerald Elixir. They're here,

"Isn't Jasmine handling this? She

thirty thousand feet," Dune

explicit

there soon." Alex

senses? He drove fast, weaving through traffic like a man possessed, reaching Kingston Pharmaceuticals

the conference room, feeling the

suited executives sat rigidly

a distinguished, steely-eyed stranger whose

ushering him toward an empty chair. Alex noted

Alex said, eyes

Alex-is it true

evenly, leaning back cautiously, "though I never counted

curled slightly. "Then give

the hell would I do that?" Alex's

deserve a fraction of it," Jessica

for this company-built it, marketed it, sold it. You've done nothing. You don't have a right

leaned forward, smirking bitterly. "Then buy them back. Or maybe I'll take the formula