The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121

Howard swept back into the banquet hall with a self–assured stride, Sophia, Megan, and Marco tagging along behind him like a trio of dutiful followers.

By this point, most seats were taken, save for the last few at Alex’s table, shoved right into the dingy corner of the

room.

Left with no other option, they joined Alex once more, looking like they’d just been sentenced to do time.

Determined to pretend he didn’t exist, they sank into the chairs.

Megan leaned over, her excitement barely contained.

“Oh my God, Marco, you totally pulled it off! That was incredible!”

Sophia’s expression softened in gratitude as she looked at Marco.

“Yes We owe it all to Mr. Ashford. If it weren’t for his help, we wouldn’t be here.”

Megan threw Alex a cutting glare, resentment flaring in her eyes.

She still hadn’t forgotten how he’d supposedly ruined their day.

“Exactly! Mr. Ashford is so damn talented he solved our issue with a single phone call! Unlike some people.”

Marco flashed a modest grin, though the smugness plastered on his face said otherwise.

The truth was, he himself was stunned at how neatly everything came together.

Since when was Charles Kingston this reliable?

The guy was a certified train wreck–always bungling every single job and lazy to boot.

If Marco hadn’t needed his help so badly, he’d have sooner called a telemarketer.

Unable to contain her scorn, Megan turned to Alex, lips curled into a sneer.

“See this, Alex? This is the difference between you and Mr. Ashford.”

Alex sighed wearily.

Megan’s voice oozed sarcasm. “He snatched back our partnership in one measly phone call. Meanwhile, you’re just a walking disaster. You’re an expert at dragging us through the mud, but that’s about it!”

Marco chuckled, the sound laced with mockery.

“Hey, go easy on him, Megan. The guy’s special skills are limited to brown–nosing and blaming everyone but himself.”

Megan gave a contemptuous snort.

“Please. As if he has anything else going for him. He’s nothing more than a traitor, a boy toy, and a worthless freeloader.”

She leaned closer, her voice going icy and low. “Too bad that bitchy broad he clings to isn’t here to see what a sorry excuse for a man she picked.”

A flash of cold steel shone in Alex’s eyes.

He kept his voice calm but razor–sharp. “Finished airing your grievances yet? I came here to enjoy the music, not

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listen to your drivel.”

“Oh, can’t handle the truth?” Megan jeered.

“If you had half of Mr. Ashford’s prowess, you wouldn’t be crawling around like a stray dog whenever someone calls you out. Face it, Alex. You’re a lost cause.”

Alex’s expression hardened.

He wasn’t the attention–seeking type, but he sure as hell wouldn’t stand for blatant disrespect.

He wasn’t a saint, and he wasn’t a punching bag.

“Really?” Alex tilted his head, voice low and challenging. “Then enlighten me–what is Marco actually capable of?”

Megan snapped her gaze toward him, condescending glare locked on target.

“Mr. Ashford made one phone call that got us back in the Kingston family’s good books. If that’s not skill, I don’t know what is.”

“How do you know for sure it was him?” Alex asked, cutting to the chase. “You got any real proof?”

Megan bristled, eyes fierce. “Who else would it be? Certainly not you, the clown who got us booted out in the first place. If I were a guy, I’d have already decked you so hard you’d beg for forgiveness.”

She tossed her hair back, the very picture of contempt.

“Alex,” Marco interjected with that smug drawl, “why on earth would the Kingstons suddenly reverse their decision if not for me?”

“That’s right,” Megan jumped in, her smile dripping mockery. “It’s obvious, so why don’t you finally drop the act?”

Alex’s face remained impassive, his voice unwavering.

“Don’t get too big for your britches. If I were you, I’d double–check before applauding the wrong hero.”

Megan crossed her arms, rolling her eyes skyward. “Sounds like plain old jealousy to me.‘

Alex shrugged, unbothered. “If that’s how you want to spin it.”

Marco’s eyes narrowed, and a disdainful smirk twisted his lips.

“”

“You want proof, huh? Fine. Let’s entertain your ridiculous theory. But if you lose, you’d better get the hell out of here.”

“No problem,” Alex replied, cool as a cucumber.

With a flourish, Marco whipped out his phone and dialed Charles Kingston.

“Hey, Charles,” he said, in a tone dripping with confidence.

“What now?” Charles snapped on the other end, clearly in a foul mood.

“Nothing big. Just wanted to say thanks for helping us out. You told your sister about that arrangement, right?”

Silence.

Then Charles’s voice lashed out like a whip. “I have no idea what you’re babbling about. I’m up to my neck in real

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work. Don’t drag me into your crap again! And for the love of God, stop calling me about nonsense!”

The line went dead with a sharp click.

Marco’s triumphant grin froze in place, and any earlier bravado evaporated like a puff of smoke.

If Charles didn’t help, then who had? Was it just dumb luck

Alex leaned in, his expression somewhere between amusement and mild boredom.