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 locked on

went crimson, shame and rage boiling under his skin. In front of his friends-and worse, in front of the woman he loved-he could not lose. He

not.

the last four hundred

one, he smashed the stacks against the old man's

hundred thousand!" Martin bellowed, spit flying with his fury. "Now bark, you rotten old dog

into a smile, sweet

he barked loudly in the middle of the

"Woof. Woof. Woof."

"Look at you, old man. You're not a businessman-you're a dog. And now you're barking. How dare you think you could compete with

bills off the floor. His hands swept greedily

as his lackey handed him

voice thick with mockery. "Yes... I'm so ashamed." Every

give a damn

hundred thousand gone, and the old man was

lounge turned

He's the real tycoon here

grand for three barks? That's a house,

"Rich? Maybe. Stupid? Definitely."

rang with their jeers. His

crossed her arms,

know he was rich, but this? Blowing six hundred thousand dollars just to

prince-hell, I might've even wanted to be his

spread like wildfire. All of them

if I'm not mistaken, wasn't that money meant for charity? For my birthday

words hit harder than a slap.

a moment, he wanted to puff his chest, flaunt his arrogance. But the

storming toward

Give me my money back!" His voice

cold eyes fixed on him. Six burly men closed

did you say?" he growled. "You paid me to bark. I barked three times. The deal is done. You want

don't care! You scammed me! I

standing shoulder to shoulder. "What if I don't give it back?" the old

the laughter aimed at him. With a

That was the spark.

men moved.

Chairs crashed.

and reckless, fought with

lounge erupted into

frenzy, swung back

seconds, the entire room was a battlefield—people shouting, punching, throwing bottles. The

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

a

If reporters see Giselle caught up in this, her career will

flying, fists swinging. It

Grab her. I'll clear

chaos some drunkards

two women.

struck fast. His fists landed

collapsed after a brutal jab to the ribs. No one

again.