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

enough," Sophia said, her patience

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

"but not until I get my

but Alex

it is. I'll

three of them

you shocked?" Alex asked,

really have that kind of money?" Sophia

could answer. "He gets

ignored him. "Lyra

"Lyra?"

I placed a winning bet, and Lyra's holding my payout. Tell her I want five million

Lyra had already taken the money from the Guise family-they were the house in those

the corporation managing their debts had either

for certain about

laugh. "Betting fight? You mean you fought Lyra in bed too, and she's gotta pay

gaze sharpened, but before he

care where

it even for the house. But after this-" she leaned in, her tone venomous- "you stay away from

Lyra. She'll pay you,"

burned with fury. "So it's true. First Jasmine

are nothing

some of my medicine, that's all. How the hell can you call

even Kelly, right

heel, refusing to hear another word.

making him flinch from the sharp jolt

brutal, ugly encounter

the firefighters combed through the smoldering ruins, they found no trace of Madam Henny

far worse—a nonstop, 24-hour video of Henny and Clarissa locked in a

the Montclair

meeting hall, Betty slammed her palm on the

Montclairs work harder than anyone I know-at destroying what's

to deal with this only after it's turned to ash? Where

older elders pressed a hand

sex party with forty men, streamed to the whole world? They'll never have the face to

it won't save them. We'll kill them to

to hunt them

ruined the Montclair name," a

spat.

of voices—outrage, condemnation, and pure fury