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.

One day Sophia will be mine! I'll rise above you and crush you beneath

Without turning around, he spoke clearly

petty desires. If you'd chosen the light, the world itself would rally behind you. But you've embraced darkness, Charles. Now the universe stands against you, marking

his voice cracking with

I'm the master of my destiny. With ambition, power,

air like tempered steel. "You'll never find peace if

furiously into the void, the echo of

following days, tension simmered quietly until it finally boiled over with

buzzed angrily,

as Mr. Dune's strained voice

need to get down

Alex snapped, instantly

a cut of Emerald Elixir. They're here,

frowned. "Isn't Jasmine handling this? She

Kingston's halfway to London. Can't reach her at thirty thousand feet," Dune said, anxiety creeping into

explicit

be there

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

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

Kingston and her suited executives sat rigidly along one side of the

and a distinguished,

Mr. Dune rose hastily, ushering him toward an empty chair. Alex noted the

Alex said, eyes sharp

Alex-is it true Jasmine gifted

evenly, leaning back cautiously, "though I never

lips curled slightly. "Then give

hell would I do that?" Alex's

a fraction of

it, marketed it, sold it. You've done nothing. You don't have a

maybe I'll take the formula