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

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

the world itself would rally behind you. But you've embraced darkness, Charles. Now the universe stands against you, marking

laugh, his voice cracking with arrogance and

of my destiny. With ambition, power, and raw desire, I'll forge my

steel. "You'll never find peace

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

until it

buzzed angrily,

Mr. Dune's strained voice crackled through.

trouble. You need to get

What kind?" Alex snapped, instantly

in demanding a cut of Emerald Elixir. They're here, right now, pushing

Jasmine handling this? She makes

to London. Can't reach her at thirty thousand feet," Dune

explicit instructions-you're in

I'll be there soon."

He drove fast, weaving through traffic like a

burst into the conference room, feeling the hostility like a

sat rigidly along

and a distinguished, steely-eyed

toward an empty chair. Alex noted the frosty stares aimed his

Alex said, eyes sharp and

it true Jasmine gifted

me shares," Alex replied evenly, leaning

"Then give them up.

that?" Alex's voice sharpened

don't deserve a fraction of

sold it. You've done nothing. You don't have a right to half the profits. Greed doesn't

I'll take the formula elsewhere, let someone else do