The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 363

Old Henny glared venomously at Sophia. She had despised the girl from the moment she'd laid eyes on her.

When the Montclair family-one of the Five Lords of Chicago-fell from grace, panic rippled through the city as their empire began to crumble.

They desperately searched for their next matriarch.

Clarissa Montclair, Henny's granddaughter, was the natural successor until Betty Montclair, that slippery snake, returned from her long exile.

Not only did Betty reappear unexpectedly, she brought with her Sophia, the potential next governor of Paris, sending the entire Montclair clan scrambling to curry favor with Betty.

Henny's bitterness turned to rage as she watched her granddaughter's birthright being snatched away.

Without informing Betty, Henny dragged Clarissa to confront Sophia directly.

Sophia stood speechless, struggling to grasp the nonsense spewing from the old woman's mouth.

Did she just hear something about kneeling?

What century were they living in, demanding respect from strangers?

Clarissa eyed Sophia with envy, bitterness tainting her voice as she sneered, "Hey, you! Are you blind? My grandmother stands before you!"

"Kneel and show some respect, you arrogant brat! You clearly don't deserve to lead the Montclairs."

"Grandma, we can't let someone like her become matriarch-or governor of Paris, for that matter!"

Alex's brow furrowed deeply.

He knew full well the Montclairs had lost nearly everything when their former matriarch fell from power, dragging the family into scandal after scandal.

Lyra, the new governor of Chicago, had a reputation for ruthlessness and was itching to punish the five disgraced families for their corruption.

Sophia's friendship with Lyra was the Montclairs' last lifeline.

They desperately needed Sophia to become governor of Paris, to preserve what little prestige remained.

Yet here were these two vile women, playing their manipulative games as if people were fools.

Alex's fists tightened, ready to put the old witch in her place, when Florence suddenly rushed to Sophia's side.

dear,” Florence

Madam Henny, an elder of the Montclair family. It's our tradition for younger members to kneel before their elders. Just

his own

seduced by the

hesitated, confusion and doubt

Yet her mother kept pressing, panic evident

stepped forward decisively, his voice echoing clearly for everyone

of Paris. You don't need to kneel to anyone except the king himself. If you kneel to this woman, you might face severe consequences. Think carefully about what you

hastily. "If you know nothing, then don't speak nonsense! Sophia should respect her

sharp as a blade, "if Sophia is stripped of her position or punished by the king for this foolishness—she's a governor, and only

cornered by his

drew a steady breath, standing firm as

afraid I cannot follow the Montclair tradition to kneel. As acting governor of Paris, my loyalty is to the

disliked Henny from their first encounter, sensing the older woman's hostility

made it

dripping with arrogance.

serve Madam Henny some tea!" Florence frantically motioned to

a delicate cup, and placed it respectfully before

your family serves guests? Have

in confusion.

wouldn't recognize proper etiquette even

always served first? How dare your servant offer tea

teacup intended

hot tea into the

shrieked in pain, tears streaming

me, you worthless maid,

family elder? Is

unworthy of the Montclair name!" Clarissa

No, that's absolutely not the

maid who doesn't understand

to remedy the situation, hastily grabbing another cup and offering

our ignorance. Allow

regarded Florence

you are, daring to

faltering as humiliation filled her