The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 289

Alex slammed down the phone and turned sharply, grabbing a mop.

Josephine was already scrubbing furiously at the floor, her eyes bloodshot and shimmering.

She hadn't said a single bitter word, but grief hung over her like a funeral shroud.

Her pets—her beloved Blackie, Brownie, and little Kitty—slaughtered by that monster Charles.

Her silence was deafening, punctuated only by muffled sobs she desperately tried to hide.

Watching her silent struggle twisted a knife deep in Alex’s gut.

The quiet intensity of their cleanup was suddenly broken by the sleek rumble of an engine.

A black limousine screeched to a halt outside, gravel crunching ominously beneath its tires.

Alfred Kingston burst from the car, his expensive business suit rumpled from the rush, face pale as a corpse, breath ragged as if chased by death itself.

When he caught sight of Alex's dark, seething expression through the glass, terror surged through his veins.

Alfred stepped inside cautiously, taking in the chaos—broken equipment, scattered papers, Josephine trembling with barely controlled rage and sadness.

The man who commanded empires now felt like a child caught red-handed.

His knees weakened beneath him, panic bubbling up as he felt the weight of Alex’s anger pressing down.

Without uttering a single command, Kingston began hastily gathering debris, his expensive suit becoming sullied with dirt and grime.

His bodyguards followed suit, their movements awkward and tense under Alex’s relentless silence.

Suddenly, Josephine shattered the silence with a cry that wrenched hearts, her voice hoarse and broken.

"Why, Alex? How could Charles be so ruthless? He slaughtered them—Blackie, Brownie, Kitty—all of them! Why?"

Alfred swallowed hard, sweat beading on his forehead.

Fury and fear wrestling inside him.

Each mention of his son’s brutality pushed his heart closer to exploding. Inside, he screamed a silent promise—he would personally wring the life from Charles’ arrogant throat.

His pulse thudded painfully.

He quickly grabbed a broom, waving frantically to his bewildered bodyguards.

"Don't just stand there, clean!" he barked, desperation seeping through his dignity.

They moved like awkward soldiers following a clueless general.

The air thickened into an unbearable tension until Josephine’s anguished voice broke through again, trembling with despair.

"We helped the poor, Alex! How could Charles destroy something that brought good? We have nothing left to offer anyone now."

Alfred Kingston's heart hammered violently, his temples throbbing.

He knew that if Alex got angry, there would be no more Kingston on this earth! But now he was too fearful to ask for forgiveness from Alex.

The only sounds were Josephine’s intermittent, wrenching cries and Alfred's increasingly ragged breathing.

"Alex," Josephine whispered again, clutching her tattered sweater, eyes glistening with fresh tears.

"Charles didn't just take my pets. He destroyed everything—my clothes, everything I owned. Promise me you'll kill that heartless son of a—"

Alfred nearly stumbled in panic, sprinting forward and dropping to his knees at Josephine’s feet.

"Miss Josephine, please forgive me!" he pleaded, voice cracked and shaking.

Inside, he was pleading tearfully, ‘Please stop begging Alex to kill my son, as my whole family might be included. Please stop talking, miss. I beg you and your ancestors, please stop.’

Josephine blinked in shock, pulling back. "What—what the hell are you doing?"

"Forgive this pathetic father who couldn't control his damned son," Alfred said desperately, grabbing her hand as if clutching a lifeline.

"My shame is bottomless. Please, have mercy on me."

Josephine stared, stunned. "But…Charles—"

"He's all I've got," Alfred cut in quickly, reaching inside his jacket.

"I'll pay for your loss." He thrust a sleek card into her trembling fingers. "There's a million dollars here. Take it. Please, consider it compensation."

Josephine's breath caught audibly.

One million dollars.

Her whole life's possessions were barely worth ten grand, tops.

Her tear-stained face twitched, torn between sadness and the absurd joy that threatened to burst forth.

But still, Josephine felt it was wrong.

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