The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 367

Henny was growing older, her authority fading fast since her daughter Laura— Montclair's last reigning matriarch and one of Chicago's powerful lords—was thrown behind bars.

With Laura's downfall, Henny's once iron grip on Montclair weakened drastically.

Now, one of the elders who had long opposed Laura temporarily filled the void, becoming the acting matriarch until the family officially named Sophia as the new leader.

Just days ago, everyone bowed and listened when Henny spoke.

Now, she found herself forced to kneel, humiliated and scorned.

It was unbearable.

"Florence!" Henny barked, eyes blazing with fury.

"Is this how you raise your child? Your daughter doesn't even know how to respect her elders-the very people who could lift her to greatness."

"I warned you clearly: bring Sophia back here immediately to beg my forgiveness!"

"Yes, yes, Madam Henny!" Florence stumbled over herself, rushing frantically toward the door.

By the time she reached the gate, Sophia's car was already vanishing in the distance.

"Sophia! Sophia!" Florence shouted desperately, chasing after the car until her voice cracked.

Breathless and panicked, she dialed Sophia's number, but the calls wouldn't connect.

Returning with dread, she faced Henny.

"Madam Henny, Sophia already left. Maybe she had something urgent. But I promise, the moment I reach her, I'll have her return and apologize. She always listens to me."

Madam Henny seethed, enraged by the disrespect Alex and Sophia had shown her.

Her pride had been crushed.

"Tomorrow," she hissed, standing tall, "Sophia will return to Montclair and apologize personally. If she refuses, she will never become the matriarch."

With that threat hanging in the air, Henny turned and walked away, Clarissa trailing her closely, leaving Florence and Jack bowing in shame.

Meanwhile, Alex and Sophia drove silently toward the clinic.

"You sure about this?" Alex asked gently. He knew Sophia too well; what she'd done wasn't typical of her.

"Why not?" Sophia responded firmly, eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"Because you're not the type to strike first. You're usually..."

"Always hesitating?"

"Something like that," Alex conceded softly.

got to be strong now. If I don't, everyone will walk all

said softly, a

words drifting gently between them all the way to the

lingered a moment, feeling the soft tension

they needed to discuss, yet neither was brave enough

eyes locked onto his, filled with raw longing. "Can't we go back

the right time," Alex

as Gilbert Guise's

things settle down, we can talk about it

ruling Paris," Sophia said fiercely. "All I care about

a gentle smile, masking

Finish what you started first. You'll be too busy to worry about us anyway. I'm not going anywhere." "You're right," Sophia admitted, reluctantly accepting the reality. It would be scandalous if she moved on so quickly after

loved Sophia deeply, but true love meant setting her

the car, watching her drive away

Paris, Florence's name lit up

urgently. "I begged Madam

Mom. I don't regret

is Montclair. Even if you despise her, keep those feelings

Mom," Sophia snapped. "Why

return to Montclair

hesitation, Sophia ended the call, determined never to

her hand, utterly stunned. "Jack, can you believe it? Your sister just hung

instantly. "Sophia's never done something

fool is clearly influencing her

All of this is

flown back to Paris on

landed, she dove straight into work, her secretary rushing to assist her. She worked late

twenty calls from her mother, but this one came from her grandmother,

Sophia

We've finally agreed to support your claim as Montclair's matriarch and

hesitated, suspicion creeping

was only supporting her to solidify their influence over

you, Grandma," she said cautiously, unsure if gratitude

Montclair is family.

everyone if

without any conflicts. There's

from Henny's

them over easily if

a small gesture of

the request she knew was coming. "What exactly do

need me to do?"

incident Just a few simple words and it's done. Trust me, it's

forehead, tense. “Grandma, I don't