The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 279

Alex watched the entire fiasco unfold, a weary sigh escaping him like a man resigned to cleaning up another mess.

He had no appetite for trouble, yet fate had other ideas.

Still, Clara was Sophia's aunt, and family ties had a way of complicating even the simplest matters.

Reluctantly, Alex moved toward Clara, his footsteps heavy with irritation as Hans slithered away unnoticed.

Leaning closer, Alex warned quietly, "A little advice—don't gamble with this one. Things aren’t always as bright as they seem."

Clara spun around sharply, eyes blazing with contempt as she assessed him from head to toe.

"Who the hell do you think you are, sticking your nose into everyone's affairs? Jealous, huh? It must burn to see someone actually succeeding while you rot in obscurity.”

“You've already destroyed Charles’s future and turned him against his own sister. And now you want to sabotage me, too? Keep dreaming, loser!"

Alex's eyes flickered with restrained annoyance, a cold smile ghosting his lips.

"Fine," he drawled lazily, each syllable edged with quiet menace. "Consider yourself warned."

"Get away!" Clara snapped, dismissing him like worthless dirt beneath her shoe.

Shrugging with indifference, Alex turned and walked away.

The following day brought Clara unbridled joy, a sense of triumph radiating from every pore.

Her dreams had materialized overnight, crystallized by the million-dollar wire from Charles—her first payment for the coveted Emerald Elixir.

Exhilaration surged through her veins as she confidently stepped into Kingston Pharmaceuticals' marketing division, greeted by Hans's overly accommodating grin.

Hans eagerly thrust forward the paperwork, his smile hungry for the lucrative payoff.

"Congratulations, Miss Clara," he purred, satisfaction dripping from every word.

“The first shipment—five thousand boxes of Emerald Elixir, each packed with a hundred pills—is yours. Just give us the location, and our team will take care of the rest.”

Clara signed swiftly, her excitement almost feverish.

The transaction had barely finished when an unexpected, familiar voice sliced through the air like a whip.

"Hold it right there."

Hans jolted upright, confusion furrowing his brow as he turned to face Alex.

"Who the hell are you?" he demanded harshly, sizing him up with disdain. "I've never seen you around. Do you even belong here?"

Clara’s gaze darkened instantly. "Don’t mind him, Mr. Hans. This nobody’s just jealous of my success. Call security and throw this pest out!"

Hans, emboldened by Clara’s dismissal, narrowed his eyes threateningly.

"You heard her, nobody. Leave quietly before I have security toss you onto the street."

Alex fixed Hans with a merciless stare, his voice icy and unyielding.

"You can't sell this batch of elixir."

Fury distorted Clara’s features.

“Who the hell do you think you are, Alex? Marching in here like some vigilante to sabotage my business? You’re nothing but a pathetic loser!”

“Just because Charles got close to Sophia, you think that gives you the right to lash out? Newsflash—Sophia already divorced you. She’s better off with Charles. And this is my business, Alex, so back the hell off—I’m not letting you ruin it!”

Hans barked, voice cracking with fake bravado, “Security! Grab this bastard and beat the hell out of him—teach him the pain he’s begging for!”

With lightning swiftness, Alex's palm cracked violently across Hans's face, leaving the stunned manager clutching his cheek, eyes wide with shock and outrage.

"You bastard!" Hans shrieked, trembling from humiliation as fiery pain radiated from his cheek. "How dare you lay a hand on me!"

Unfazed, Alex’s voice dropped dangerously low, his gaze sharp as steel.

"You're supposed to uphold Kingston's standards. But instead, you're stealing company property, selling substandard garbage that could ruin our reputation. You don't deserve pity—you deserve every last smack."

Before Hans could react, Alex unleashed another blistering slap, each strike echoing like thunder.

Hans stumbled back, stars exploding behind his eyes as blood trickled from his battered nose and split lips, painting a vivid crimson across his pale, stunned face.

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