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.

away, coward? One day Sophia will be mine! I'll

he spoke clearly and deliberately, his

chance to wield your power for something noble, something greater than your petty desires. If you'd chosen the light, the world itself

barked a defiant laugh, his voice cracking with

the master of my destiny. With

tempered steel. "You'll never find

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

until it finally boiled

phone buzzed angrily,

Mr. Dune's strained voice crackled

You need to get

kind?" Alex snapped,

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

frowned. "Isn't Jasmine handling this? She makes

thirty thousand feet," Dune said,

explicit instructions-you're

there

fast, weaving through traffic like a man possessed,

burst into the conference room, feeling the hostility like a chill

suited executives sat rigidly along one side of the

them were Charles Kingston and a distinguished, steely-eyed stranger whose mere

him toward an empty chair. Alex noted the

about?" Alex said, eyes

it true Jasmine gifted you half the shares in

leaning back cautiously, "though I never counted how

curled slightly. "Then give them

do that?" Alex's voice

deserve a fraction of it," Jessica spat

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

back. Or maybe I'll take the formula elsewhere, let someone else do the heavy lifting, and