The Almighty Dominance

The lounge fell silent, then erupted in disbelief.

"Holy hell! A hundred grand just to make someone bark? That guy must be drowning in money!"

Another man shook his head with a bitter laugh.

"I can't even wrap my head around rich folks. A hundred grand is my whole year's salary. If someone offered me that, I'd bark like a dog for an hour and take the rest of the year off."

Voices rose from the crowd-some in shock, others in envy, amusement, or raw jealousy.

"Start barking!"

"Bark! Bark!"

And in the bark of a dog, they saw their freedom for sale.

One of the smug businessmen leaned forward, his tone sharp and mocking.

"What's wrong, kid? Cat got your tongue? Don't tell me you've never even seen a hundred thousand in cash. Get down on all fours. Bark for it, and it's yours."

Martin's expression darkened instantly. "You dare mock me? You think you can flaunt your wealth in my face?"

He snapped his fingers. His driver, waiting quietly in the corner, stepped forward carrying a sleek black suitcase.

Martin popped it open, revealing stacks of cash.

Without hesitation, he peeled off a bundle, then another, slapping the money across the businessman's face.

Again and again—until the total hit two hundred thousand.

He shoved the last stack at the man. "Two hundred thousand. Double your cheap offer. Now bark, dog."

The lounge gasped. The stakes had doubled.

Martin wasn't about to back down, not with two beautiful women watching. His pride was on the line.

Amanda, one of his companions, raised her voice above the noise.

"Old man, do you even know who you're dealing with? This is Martin! You're humiliating yourself. He's money itself—you can't outbid him."

A young man chimed in quickly, puffed up with arrogance. "Hah! Martin's family has hundreds of millions. You think you can beat him? Keep dreaming."

"Exactly!" another echoed. "Two hundred grand is pocket change to him. Let's see if you can top that, old man!"

The younger crowd erupted in taunts and laughter, their egos blazing, fueling the tension.

The older businessman didn't flinch.

"Foolish brats," he muttered. His eyes narrowed on Martin's suitcase he could tell there was still at least four hundred thousand left inside.

He raised his hand, and one of his workers brought over a heavy leather bag.

He pulled out three hundred thousand in crisp bills and hurled it at Martin's face with a sneer.

Each slap of money was a thunderclap of arrogance.

"I have added three hundred thousand," the old man said with an icy sneer. "Bark three times—and you're my dog. Come on, doggy... start barking for your daddy."

room froze, every eye

of his friends-and worse, in front of the woman he loved-he could not lose.

not.

hands, he ripped out the last four hundred thousand from the

old man's face, the sound like thunder cracking in the silent

bellowed, spit flying with his fury. "Now bark, you rotten

suddenly broke into a smile, sweet and

without hesitation, he barked loudly in the middle of the

"Woof. Woof. Woof."

a businessman-you're a dog. And now you're barking. How dare you think you could compete with Martin in money? Look at

forward, bending low to snatch the bills off the floor. His hands swept greedily across the

grinned as his lackey handed him the

"Yes... I'm so ashamed." Every word dripped with

give a damn about the

inside him. Six hundred thousand gone, and the old man was laughing-laughing as he

lounge turned

real tycoon here

That's a house, wasted just like that!" another

"Rich? Maybe. Stupid? Definitely."

rang with their

crossed her arms, lips

but this? Blowing six hundred thousand dollars

orphanage, I'd have called him a prince-hell, I might've even wanted to be his girlfriend. But no... turns out he's nothing but a stupid

spread like wildfire. All of

Giselle's voice cut through the noise like a knife. "Martin, if I'm not mistaken, wasn't that money

harder than a slap. Martin bit his lip until it

puff his chest, flaunt

toward the

you? Give me my

turned, cold eyes fixed on him. Six burly men closed in

three times. The deal is done. You want to

back, spittle flying. "I don't care!

shoulder. "What

at him. With a furious roar, he lunged and yanked the bag from the old man's grip.

That was the spark.

old man's men moved.

Chairs crashed.

and reckless, fought with

lounge erupted into chaos. Customers

Strangers, caught in the frenzy, swung back

the entire room was a battlefield—people shouting, punching, throwing bottles. The chaos spread like fire, until no one knew who was

into chaos. Shouts turned to screams, bottles shattered, tables crashed to the

had spiraled into a violent bar fight. Giselle's face went

to protect her! If reporters see Giselle caught up in this, her career will be

brawling, glass flying, fists swinging. It was no place

Grab her. I'll clear

but in the chaos

two women.

struck fast. His fists landed

a brutal jab to the

again.