The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 375

Florence stormed up to Alex, her face twisted with rage, voice trembling on the edge of a scream.

"You hit Madam Henny first, you idiot! You handed her the perfect excuse to come after us! This all started because of you!"

She stabbed her finger toward the inferno raging outside, the flames painting her

face in violent orange.

"Look at that mansion—burning to the ground! Why is this happening to us? Because of you!"

"We got stabbed because of you! Ever since you walked into our lives, nothing good has happened to us-nothing!"

Alex lifted an eyebrow, calm in the face of her fury. The truth was, if he hadn't stepped in, Florence and Jack would already be dead.

And as for "nothing good"... well, thanks to him, Sophia now wore the title of Governor of Paris.

But she wasn't entirely wrong-Henny had plenty of reasons to want revenge, and yes, one of them was him.

Florence's glare was like a blade. "Now our mansion is gone. You'd better give me that money, or I swear I'll chase you to my last breath. I'll trade my life if that's what it takes to hunt every dollar down."

Alex studied her in silence.

This wasn't just about greed-this was obsession.

Florence would pursue him until one of them was dead, willing to gamble her own life if it meant getting her hands on the money.

"Mom," Sophia stepped in.

"Alex doesn't have that kind of money. You know who he is. Where's he supposed to get five million dollars? Be reasonable."

"Reasonable?" Jack limped in, bandages wrapping half his body. He smirked through the pain.

"This man's the famous boy toy of Jasmine Kingston. How can you say he's broke? He's got everything Kingston has."

"Watch your mouth, Jack," Sophia snapped.

"Oh, come on, Sophia," Florence cut in, eyes glinting.

"Everyone knows. He's Kingston's kept man. No need to hide it. Now hand over the money."

Alex had been considering giving Florence the golden mansion he rarely used— worth a hundred times more than the one she'd lost.

But looking at these two-faces twisted with greed-he changed his mind in an instant.

Fine. Let them have what they really wanted.

Five million dollars? That was pocket change to him-worth less than a single miracle pill.

at a golden mansion

enough," Sophia said, her patience

Paris. It's closer to my work.

said coldly, "but not until

began, but Alex cut her

it is. I'll transfer it to

of them froze,

Why are you shocked?" Alex

you really have that kind of

"He gets paid every time he

"Lyra

"Lyra?"

a winning bet, and Lyra's holding my payout. Tell

taken the money from the Guise family-they were the

managing their debts had

thing for certain about Lyra-she never swallowed a

pay

before

where

long as I have my five million we'll call it even for the house. But after this-"

She'll pay

burned with fury. "So it's

best friend? You really are nothing but a

frowned, genuinely confused, "Sophia, we're just business partners. She's helping me sell some of my medicine,

you've slept with everyone-maybe even Kelly, right after Josephine. I really

heel, refusing to hear another word. On her way

heel down hard on his foot, making him flinch from the sharp jolt

just like that, the brutal, ugly encounter came to an

the firefighters combed through the smoldering ruins, they found

something far worse—a nonstop, 24-hour video of Henny and Clarissa locked in a grotesque sex party with

dragging the Montclair name through the mud across

the Montclair's meeting hall, Betty slammed her palm on the table so hard the

than anyone I know-at destroying what's

after it's turned to ash? Where

elders pressed a hand to her

A sex party with forty men, streamed to

have... it won't save them.

to hunt

beyond disgraceful. They've ruined the Montclair

spat.

turned into a storm of voices—outrage,