The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 202

Chapter 202

Henry stood tall, even though his knees were practically quivering under Alex’s gaze.

Pride wouldn’t let him back down. After all, if he caved now he’d never live it down.

“Kill me? Seriously, pal? What, you think you’re some hotshot assassin?” Henry spat, his chest heaving.

“Let me tell you something: You so much as graze me the wrong way, and your body’s gonna be nothing but confetti.”

Alex cocked an eyebrow, then smacked Henry in the back of the head hard enough to make him stagger.

The force felt like a semi–truck plowing through Henry’s skull.

“Confetti, huh?” Alex sneered, stepping closer.

“I just about rattled your brain, and guess what? I’m still breathing. Look, you threatened my family, so everything’s fair game now. Ready to die? I can make that happen—no problem.”

Henry stumbled, heart pounding.

He could practically taste death in the air, and it was nothing like his empty bluster.

Dropping to his knees, he swallowed his shame as if it were a knife scraping down his throat.

“P–please,” he stammered, bowing so low that his forehead scraped the pavement.

“I messed up, okay? I butted in where I shouldn’t have. Raymond–do whatever the hell you want with him. I won’t interfere.”

On the inside, Henry was burning.

This was a humiliation so foul it made his

eyes water.

No way was he letting it slide. His thirst for revenge was tuming into an obsession, but for now, he’d eat the dirt.

He’d be back.

Alex eyed him with a mix of disgust and boredom.

breathing

“Fine,” he muttered. “Killing you here would be a waste of time. I don’t need a horde of Chicago Lo down my neck. It’s just disgusting, finding a pack of filthy dogs in front of your house just because you kicked the dirty puppy.”

“Go on, crawl back under whatever rock you came from.”

Alex released his aura, and in an instant, six bodyguards releasing from the weight that pushing them—they bolted to Henry’s side and hauled their battered young master into a gleaming black limousine.

Yet, Henry didn’t forget to slap each of the six bodyguards, shouting, “How can you all be so useless!” before stepping into the black limousine as it began to move.

He thrust his head out the window, his eyes wild, his body trembling with fury. “You’re dead, you hear me? I’ll make sure of it!”

But the car sped off before Alex could respond. He just shrugged, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets.

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“What a joke,” Alex mumbled. “I’ve met brats in preschool with more backbone.”

Ramond’s face looking pale and miserable, realizing he’d just lost every last lifeline.

If he had known where that chase for easy money would lead, he might’ve thought twice.

The Lancaster Mansion

Sophia’s return, by taxi no less, threw her family into a frenzy.

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“Sophia!” Florence shrieked, nearly tripping over the doorframe. “Oh, thank goodness you’re alright! We’ve been tearing our hair out!”

“Sis, did those cops rough you up? Did they lock you in some filthy cell?” Jack chimed in, his voice dripping with exaggerated concern.

They crowded around her like she’d come back from the grave.

In truth, they had spent a small fortune trying to bail her out–neither bribes nor connections had yielded any results.

Seeing Sophia walk in of her own accord, with the very credit card they’d loaded up to free her, was downright baffling.

“Mother, Jack… I’m fine, really.” Sophia forced a smile, though her nerves were still raw from the ordeal.

Florence’s face hardened. “This is all Alex’s fault, isn’t it? That lowlife drags you into trouble every time he shows his face.”

Jack threw his hands up in theatrical disgust. “Can’t believe you got sucked into his mess again, Sis. You’ve gotta cut ties before he makes us his personal scapegoat.”

Sophia sighed. “You’ve got it wrong,” she said, voice subdued but firm. “He was framed. He never committed any crime.”

Florence and Jack practically rolled their eyes in unison.

“Sure he was,” Florence snapped. “If he was so squeaky clean, why’d the authorities pounce on him in the first place?”

Jack smirked. “Exactly. You don’t see them picking up random saints off the street for a little friendly chat.”

Sophia saw no point in arguing. They wouldn’t budge.

“If you ask me,” Florence chimed in, her tone turning sticky–sweet, “Charles is a better match for you. The minute he heard you were in trouble, he ran around pulling strings to save you. Now that’s what I call a real man.”

Sophia suppressed a shudder at the mention of Charles’s name. The living room felt suddenly colder.

“That’s right, Sis,” Jack said enthusiastically. “If it wasn’t for Charles, you’d be rotting in a cell. You owe him big time.”

“Charles?” Sophia asked, genuinely puzzled. “He helped?”

“Who else? He’s a Kingston,” Jack continued. “Probably got his old man, Sir Alfred, to yank some levers behind the scenes. Bam–your cell door swung open.”

Sophia’s thoughts spun as she tried connecting the dots.

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She remembered Kelly and even Jasmine pitching in, but maybe that was all thanks to Charles making calls behind the curtains.

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Sophia, you need to be grateful,” Florence prodded, eyes gleaming with expectation.

“Show Charles you appreciate what he did. Why not call him up, ask him out for a day on the town?”

Sophia forced another wobbly smile. “I’ll think about it.”

But her mind couldn’t keep from drifting to someone else entirely.

Meanwhile, Alex got a call from Ruth, asking him to check out the orphanage rebuild in what used to be the Vancouver slum–a stretch of broken–down buildings now nicknamed the Heart Harmony Area.

Walking through the dusty streets, Alex noticed the subtle improvements.

Construction crews hammered away 24/7.

Once desperate locals now had jobs and a glimmer of hope.

The raw smell of fresh cement mingled with ancient, crumbling brick.

He felt an odd attachment to this place, like leaving would be the same as turning his back on Ruth and Josephine.

He couldn’t leave until they were safe and comfortable—until that old debt in his heart was settled.

And then there was Sophia, an enigma that kept gnawing at him whenever he let his guard down.

Wanting a place to refine his elixirs–and to offer some help to those who needed it most–Alex dialed his personal concierge.

“Master Alex? How can I assist you?” Julia’s voice sounded crisp and ready.

“I’m going to open a clinic near the orphanage. Somewhere small, but close.”