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.

they'd just lost their chance at a golden mansion because they couldn't keep their

enough," Sophia said, her patience

to Paris. It's closer to my work. You should

coldly, "but not until I

began, but Alex

is. I'll transfer it to

three of them froze,

Why are you shocked?" Alex asked, almost

that kind of

sneered before Alex could answer. "He gets paid every time he sleeps with

ignored him. "Lyra owes

"Lyra?"

the Guise fights I entered? I placed a winning bet, and Lyra's holding my payout. Tell her

had already taken the money from the Guise family-they

managing their debts had

certain about Lyra-she

mean you fought Lyra in bed too, and she's gotta pay you for that? Damn, Alex, I didn't know you were such a hit with the upper

before he

don't care where you get

my five million we'll call it even for the house. But after this-" she

She'll

"So it's true. First Jasmine Kingston,

really are nothing

"Sophia, we're just business partners. She's helping me sell some of my medicine, that's all. How the

like you've slept with everyone-maybe even Kelly, right

refusing to hear another word. On her way out,

down hard on his foot, making him flinch from

like that, the brutal, ugly encounter came to an

they found no trace

then the internet exploded with something far worse—a nonstop, 24-hour video of Henny and Clarissa locked in a

went viral instantly, dragging the Montclair name through the

slammed her palm on the table so hard the sound cracked through the

than anyone I know-at destroying what's left

this only after it's turned to ash? Where are Henny and Clarissa?

elders pressed a hand

with forty men, streamed to the

if they have... it won't save them. We'll kill them to wipe away

barked. "Send people to hunt them down and finish

is beyond disgraceful. They've ruined the Montclair name," a

spat.

into a storm of voices—outrage, condemnation, and pure fury