The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 351

Four hours earlier, Sophia received an unexpected call from Gilbert, demanding she accompany him to watch a fight at the Paris Arena.

Sophia despised fights.

She never had interest in violent sports and didn't even know the arena existed until Gilbert summoned her.

"I'm sorry, Gilbert, but that's not my kind of entertainment," Sophia declined.

Gilbert leaned close, eyes narrowed threateningly.

"Do you prefer something bad happening to your mother or little brother instead?"

Within an hour, she was aboard Gilbert's private jet, speeding from Vancouver to Paris.

When they arrived, Gilbert escorted her into an exclusive room filled with Parisian elites, proudly introducing her as his fiancée and boasting about their upcoming wedding.

Sophia felt nauseous at the announcement, especially as the elites swarmed around her, complimenting her looks and gushing about how fortunate she was to marry a man like Gilbert.

It was obvious—they were trying to win her favor solely because of Gilbert's influence.

Only then did she discover Alex was fighting in the arena.

Gilbert's intentions became crystal clear-he wanted her to watch Alex's brutal death.

Sophia silently vowed to herself: if Alex died tonight, she'd follow him.

But against all odds, Alex emerged victorious.

Even Lyra, her best friend, hit the jackpot-winning an unbelievable 300 billion just for betting on him.

"How can life be so cruel?" Sophia thought bitterly.

"Lyra becomes governor of Chicago and wins billions, and here I am trapped in misery."

She flinched as Gilbert violently smashed an ashtray against his manager's head in rage.

Sophia knew with sickening certainty-this would be her future, chained to a violent man who lashed out at anyone who angered him.

Moments later, Gilbert snatched up his ringing phone, shouting in disbelief, "Alex took down fifty of our men? Are you kidding me? How the hell is he still alive?"

His icy glare shifted to Mr. Theodore, the Paris chief of police, who stood nearby, visibly tense.

"Chief, Alex just slaughtered my people. Can you take your men and eliminate him?"

"Sir, Alex is a professional fighter. My officers wouldn't stand a chance."

"Then call the goddamn military!" Gilbert roared, slamming his fist on the table.

"I don't care what it takes-I want Alex and Lyra dead tonight. Do you hear me, Theodore? If you fail, someone else will be wearing your badge by sunrise."

"Yes, sir," Theodore replied stiffly, then hurried off to rally his men and call in military backup.

talks with his other managers,

where are you right now?" Sophia asked

to Chicago. What's

you?" Her voice

not with me. Why?" Lyra replied, now

people to kill him! He's blocked

you his location. Go

address

veins-police and heavily armed soldiers surrounded Alex, their weapons trained directly at him as he calmly enjoyed his

"Put your hands up, Alex! One wrong move, and we'll

mockery. "Is this your best? Even an

with death staring you

on triggers, when suddenly a voice

"Stop!"

breathless and frantic, dressed in elegant

frustration etched

dragging her back

Sophia's voice trembled as their eyes met, emotions swirling

must I

she steeled herself, turning instead

what's going on

politely yet firmly. "Please step

friend.

but Mr. Gilbert gave explicit orders.

talk to Gilbert." Sophia's voice hardened as she pulled out

Gilbert picked up, his tone was impatient. "Sophia, where the hell are you? I've been

call off Theodore immediately. Don't let

voice

dangerous annoyance, "don't play

me.

mother's

throat if you interfere."

eyes blazed

stop Theodore right

left with

boiled; never before had a woman

a brief moment, he considered having Sophia killed instead-yet he knew it wasn't

connected to the

still needed their influence, and

image to uphold a

Sophia wasn't

It was his pride.

snapped furiously, "I'll talk to Theodore. But

the phone

Gilbert," Theodore