The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 361

In the halls of power, every governor held their own secret thoughts and

ambitions.

Jasmine Kingston, governor of Vancouver, stared blankly at her desk as realization dawned.

Alex wasn't just the miraculous doctor known for his God-given healing touch; he was also a high-ranking operative in the Kingwells organization-the King's Secret Service.

No wonder he fought with such fierce precision.

But that was all history now. The King had cut Alex loose, set him free to forge his own path.

Jasmine's lips curled into a subtle smile. Maybe now he could be hers, finally. "Perhaps this time he'll join me," she whispered softly to herself.

"Maybe we'll find ourselves together, in a hotel or somewhere more intimate." In another office across town, Lyra Thompson was consumed by grief and rage. Her eyes streamed tears as she shouted bitterly into the emptiness.

"Alex, how could you be so stupid? You attacked Guise for Sophia's revenge-but couldn't you have waited? Couldn't you at least let me collect our winnings first?"

"Now they're all dead, and our billion dollars plus hundreds of billions in winnings are lost forever!"

Lyra's sobs echoed painfully, her voice raw and filled with heartache. "Alex, you idiot! How could you do this? I hate you for this-I hate you so much!"

Meanwhile, Kelly sat quietly in solitude, her heart heavy with conflict.

She knew she had to report Alex's actions to the King, which led to his dismissal. Pain was a familiar companion in her life, yet knowing she'd caused his downfall twisted the knife deeper.

Gazing through the window, she murmured bitterly, "Alex, this all happened because you chose Sophia. That woman is about to marry someone else, yet you still chase her."

"Look at what she's done to you now! You must let her go-she's poison. Everything I've done was to protect you."

A single tear escaped Kelly's weary eyes, tracing silently down her cheek.

Back in the humble clinic near the slums, Alex returned home, alone but finally free.

This was his refuge, far from the intrigues and betrayals he'd endured.

Stepping through the worn entrance, he was surprised to see Josephine sharing food with the homeless gathered nearby.

"What are you up to, Josephine?" Alex asked, intrigued.

Josephine looked up, her smile radiant and warm. "Can't you see? We're sharing meals together. Have you eaten, Alex?"

Her joy was infectious, a beacon of simple kindness amid hardship.

"I'll have some," Alex said softly, accepting the humble bowl of hot soup and fresh bread.

the warmth

homeless laughing and chatting

up with genuine

suddenly seemed so clear to

needed so little-just gratitude

nudging him playfully. "Alex, you

in

replied warmly. "Come on, tell me

had another job

softened. "Oh, Alex, that's

already. "Honestly, it

Josephine nodded knowingly.

day is a struggle, chasing after any work they can find. It's just life, Alex—just

right," Alex

gentle curiosity. "Was the pay

"Good?" Alex laughed softly.

making ten or twenty bucks in a day feels like winning the lottery. They walk

those struggling to find free

something

couldn't admit his own salary was millions each month, hundreds

he knew people with wealth who had no idea what happiness truly

rested her head on Alex's

sad, okay? Everyone

and

of us. Don't worry about food-U handle

focus on finding another job. Your

It's more charity than a

through Alex's chest. "Why do you

Josephine smiled softly. "Because,

poor.

but we

so they be there for us

gently resting his head

Josephine made

It was peaceful.

without money, happiness was

in life, but only here did he feel

place where his heart was at peace,

judgment of status.

simply human among other

next week, Alex

cost less than five dollars, strolling through parks, laughing freely, and