The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 355

"Sophia!" Alex burst into the room, his voice sharp with panic.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Don't come any closer!" she screamed, terror in her voice.

"If Gilbert finds out you're here he'll kill you!"

Alex didn't stop. He crossed the room in seconds, eyes burning, fury barely held in check.

He swept her into his arms, holding her like something precious and broken, and carried her to the bed.

"Put me down! Get out, Alex!" she sobbed, fighting against him with what little strength she had left.

Her body shook with pain-real, raw pain-and her cries hit him like knives. Each tear was a trigger, every tremble fueled the fire inside him.

"You're hurt, Sophia. Let me help you."

"Don't be kind to me," she whispered through tears. "Just go. Please. You cannot be here."

But he wasn't going anywhere.

Alex's eyes scanned her bruised arms, the swollen mess of her face, the blood trickling from a wound on her head.

Rage and helplessness warred in his chest.

Without a word, he pulled out his golden acupuncture needles and began placing them carefully along her neck and head, each touch filled with a precision that belied his boiling anger.

Almost instantly, Sophia's eyelids grew heavy, and she slipped into a deep, restorative sleep.

He moved quickly, expertly placing needles around each bruised area, helping to relieve pain and speed recovery.

He rushed to the bathroom, grabbing a comprehensive first-aid kit from the cabinet.

Returning swiftly, he began carefully stitching her wound, placing seven precise stitches.

Once finished, he covered her gently with a soft blanket, watching her peaceful face for a brief, intense moment.

"You're safe now. And I swear-whoever did this will regret breathing."

Then Alex turned away, his eyes blazing with suppressed fury as he grabbed his phone, making rapid, urgent calls.

As he paced, he stared out the expansive penthouse window, his rage burning hotter with every passing second.

It was rare for Alex to lose control, but this was Sophia-every wound inflicted on her cut him a hundred times deeper.

If he had been attacked, he wouldn't feel half this fury.

But Sophia was different.

She was his heart-vulnerable, breakable, and more precious than anything he'd ever known.

Then his phone buzzed.

One message.

His jaw tightened.

and quietly shut

face. What replaced it was cold, focused

room, one of his Kingswell agents

He's the one who unlocked the door

manager immediately tried

warned you. The man behind this is powerful.

still can. If I

and dangerous. "I'll leave once

The manager laughed mockingly.

Your girlfriend? She's your death sentence. Drop her and run

you knew who you're dealing with, you'd

Alex chuckled darkly. "Piss

isn't it? You should be begging me for forgiveness, dragging me here like this," the manager

report this, you're both

chilling calm. "Seems your

table and gave a

seized the manager's wrist, forcing his hand onto the

the hell are you doing?" the manager shouted,

took a heavy crystal ashtray from the table and brought it crashing down onto the manager's hand,

screamed in agony, collapsing to

be," Alex hissed

Gilbert! Gilbert Guisie!" the

son, you bastard! Once he finds out what you've done to his woman, you're

hotel security cameras. You're

damn difficult?" Alex growled, grabbing the hotel

forced the terrified man toward the penthouse's towering glass window,

city stretched far below

up," Alex said coldly, his

leaned closer, eyes narrowing with

him lay a finger on Sophia-was the worst mistake of your

bad, you apologize. You

eyes like

"Mistake?" he spat.

Gilbert's fiancée. If

head slowly, disgust

So let me

in closer, eyes

might throw your pathetic ass through this window. And

way

let out a dry, arrogant laugh. "You wouldn't

never finished the

launched him with a

like a battering ram-glass shattered with a deafening roar, fragments catching the light like

Then came silence.

manager tumbled into the open sky, fifty stories above the ground,

past him

past and death closed in, a mocking thought flashed

games,

above, Alex stared through the

with dark regret.