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.

warmth seeping into his cold bones as he

homeless laughing and chatting

faces lit up with genuine

suddenly seemed so

joy needed so little-just gratitude for what one already

the steps, nudging him playfully. "Alex, you look

eyes glinting gently in the firelight. "Is it

written all over your face," she replied warmly. "Come on, tell

sighed deeply, shoulders dropping slightly. "Well, I had another job

softened. "Oh, Alex,

shrugged, feeling lighter already.

Josephine nodded knowingly.

feel that way. Look at these people here. Every day is a struggle, chasing after any work they can find.

right," Alex

with gentle curiosity.

"Good?" Alex laughed softly.

for these people, making ten or twenty bucks in a day feels like winning the lottery. They walk around

struggling to

something

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

had no idea what happiness

rested her head on

be sad, okay?

days and bad

I'll work for both of us. Don't

on finding another job. Your doctor job barely makes

more charity than

chest.

Josephine smiled softly. "Because,

poor. We

but we have

they be there

resting his head

made

It was peaceful.

without money, happiness was

many things in life, but only here did he feel

was at peace, untouched by materialistic desires

judgment of status.

simply human

next week, Alex embraced

that cost less than five dollars, strolling through parks, laughing