The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 350

Everyone saw Michael launch forward, rage blazing in his eyes as he charged at Alex.

While Alex, fueled by his own fiery anger, threw out a swift jab to meet him.

The spectators held their breath, convinced Alex had sealed his own fate.

Michael, known as the Thunder Fist, was notorious for shattering ten-inch concrete walls with a single punch.

Against a mere human body, survival was impossible.

A deafening explosion shattered the tension.

In an instant, Michael hurtled backward through the air like a ragdoll, crashing brutally onto the VIP seats with a sickening crunch.

The chairs splintered under his weight, sending terrified VIPs scattering in panic.

Michael lay motionless amid the wreckage, eyes wide open but empty, limbs twisted unnaturally beneath him.

The arena plunged into stunned, deathly silence.

No one could process what had just happened.

Michael, the Paris undefeated champion, lay broken and lifeless, defeated by nothing more than a single jab from Alex.

"What the hell just happened?" someone finally muttered, breaking the heavy silence.

"Impossible! Did Michael really lose?"

The whispers quickly became cries of disbelief, growing louder and more frantic.

"This is rigged! That little bastard must've cheated! Someone's messing with the bets!" shouted one furious spectator.

Shock rippled through the crowd, and heads shook in denial.

Lyra gripped the arms of her chair so hard her knuckles turned white.

A tremor surged through her, then another-until her whole body shuddered. Her legs tightened, her breath caught in her throat, and then-

Orgasm.

Release.

A raw, overwhelming climax tore through her as she just won: $300 billion.

She moaned a deep, primal sound-as her body convulsed with the force of it.

Her vision blurred. Her spine arched. Every nerve in her body lit up like fire, electricity ripping through her veins.

As she collapsed back into the leather, chest heaving, lips parted in a euphoric gasp, a slow smile curled across her face.

***

Meanwhile, in the private room overlooking the arena, Gilbert and his associates stood frozen in shock, their faces drained of color.

“How the hell did Michael lose?" Gilbert roared, grabbing a chair and hurling it violently at the arena manager, who flinched but didn't dare dodge.

"Are you absolutely certain Michael didn't throw the fight?"

manager, dripping sweat, trembled as he stammered, "He wouldn't

have his son and daughter

disaster!" Gilbert roared, his voice cracking with rage. His eyes burned like wildfire, fists

He wanted blood.

on a spike after that ambush at

this? This

This was humiliation.

was tearing him

speak. Silence reigned until the door

manager stumbled in, panic etched

Gilbert, we have a serious

now?" Gilbert snapped, clenching his

Alex's fight

Gilbert's voice cracked

above a

a one-billion-dollar bet... and won fifteen times

"Where the hell are we supposed to find fifteen billion dollars?" he bellowed. "That.....that's not the issue, sir," the manager stammered, blood

paused, realizing he might have

shaky breath, forcing steel into

his voice strained with effort-right as he

chair across

What exactly

in slightly, eyes

as it's not fifteen billion...

hard, barely able to speak.

it

his

odds were twenty to one. We owe her... three hundred

like a death

grabbed an ashtray from the table and slammed it into

piece of garbage!" he screamed, striking the manager

lifeless figure as

***

over the crowd as Alex calmly stepped down from the stage and approached

resolve, "It's

Lyra's eyes brightened instantly.

"You're absolutely right," she

they. walked side by side, completely unbothered by

Parisian streets, Lyra glanced at Alex with a

starving. Mind grabbing some street food? Anything quick will do." Alex shrugged

found a small food stand, the fragrant smoke drifting through the air

carefree as she spoke animatedly about their victory. Her eyes sparkled

three hundred billion. How

bitter chuckle, eyes darkening slightly. "You're

smile faded instantly. "Why

Alex said sharply, eyes locked on hers, "it's cheaper and easier

with worry. "You don't think

finish, a group of heavily armed thugs

cruel grins. "Everyone!"

you're eager to

in panic, leaving only Alex and Lyra seated calmly at

his eyes cold with fury. "You the

his food without