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, Sophia quietly slipped out of the room and hurriedly called

are you right now?" Sophia asked

to Chicago.

with you?" Her

with me. Why?" Lyra replied, now

kill him! He's blocked my number-I can't

you his location. Go

rushed desperately to the address Lyra provided, her heart pounding

Alex, their weapons trained directly at him as he calmly

drawn, and shouted, "Put your hands

shaking his head with mockery. "Is this your best? Even an army isn't enough

bastard! Still mouthing off with death staring you down? Kill

was raised, fingers tightening on triggers, when suddenly a voice

"Stop!"

dressed in elegant branded clothes now stained with

eyes narrowed, frustration etched on his

dragging

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

your concern. How many times must I tell you

yet she steeled herself, turning instead

going

Theodore said politely yet firmly. "Please step aside, you

Alex is my friend. Let him go," Sophia demanded

eyes hardened. "Your friend? I'm sorry, but Mr. Gilbert gave explicit orders. Alex won't leave

she

up, his tone was impatient. "Sophia, where

Theodore immediately.

Gilbert's voice dripped

dangerous annoyance, "don't play

with me. I

mother's

throat if you interfere."

blazed

carefully, Gilbert. If you don't stop Theodore right now, I'll end my own

left with no bride

boiled; never before had a woman dared

Sophia killed instead-yet he knew

was deeply connected to the powerful Montclair

their influence, and Sophia

he had an image to uphold a dream

wasn't just

It was his pride.

snapped furiously, "I'll talk

the phone down,

Gilbert," Theodore answered