The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 325

Alex stood there, frozen for a heartbeat.

The woman in his arms—Jasmine Kingston, stunningly beautiful and dangerously close—had just asked him to rent a hotel room.

His pulse roared, warmth surged through his veins, desire clawing fiercely at his chest.

Jasmine wasn't just any woman; she was a legend in Vancouver, one of the top three beauties in the city.

Every fiber in Alex's body screamed with longing.

Freshly divorced, finally free, nothing stood in his way—no commitments, no chains.

He studied her carefully, mesmerized by her misty eyes and parted lips.

"Stop looking at me like that," Jasmine whispered, her voice heavy with anticipation.

"You're driving me crazy. Just say yes, Alex. Or no—don’t say anything, just take me. Anywhere you want."

She slowly licked her lips, making his heart slam violently against his chest.

"No!"

The shout cracked through the air like a whip, forcing Alex and Jasmine to pull apart instantly.

They turned to see Alfred Kingsley marching toward them, flanked by a team of soldiers and medics.

"Father?" Jasmine's voice trembled, her eyes wide with shock.

Alfred stopped a few paces away, his stern gaze flicking between them. Then, softer, almost awkwardly, he said, "I'm sorry, Alex... you'll have to carry her."

He hesitated. Inside, he was sweating bullets.

Alex wasn’t just anyone—he was one of the highest-ranking figures in Kingswell.

And now Alfred’s daughter had clung to him, asked him to carry her.

It was crossing a line. Alfred knew it, and it made his skin crawl with discomfort.

Surely Alex felt it too.

Trying to smooth things over, Alfred cleared his throat. "My daughter will be okay with the medics. Thank you for helping her this far."

He motioned quickly, and two medics rushed in with a stretcher.

"Jasmine," he added firmly, "stop troubling Mr. Alex. You’ll rest better at the hospital."

Alex and Jasmine stared blankly at Alfred, their shared moment shattered.

Alfred frowned suspiciously, scanning between the two of them. "Did I interrupt something?"

"No," Alex answered swiftly, gently easing Jasmine onto the stretcher.

As she settled, she shot her father an icy smile.

"Father, I've never hated you more than right now."

Alfred flinched, clearly startled, and turned back to Alex. "Seriously, what did I miss here?"

"Absolutely nothing," Alex said curtly, stepping aside. "Except that you’re remarkably good at ruining things."

Alfred grimaced, then turned sharply toward Number Four, who stood nervously nearby.

"Four, you called me for backup. I've never moved faster in my life, and now they both hate me. Mind explaining?"

"I...I'm sorry, sir," Four stammered anxiously. "I genuinely don’t know."

Alfred glared at her, eyes narrowing in cold judgment. "You’ve been here the whole time and know nothing? You're utterly worthless."

For someone built on perfection, being called useless once was brutal—four times, it broke her.

Four fainted where she stood.

Meanwhile, across the city, Hugh Jones was rushed into Chicago’s finest hospital, carried by his panicked men.

His father, Tom Jones, raced frantically to meet him.

Jane Johnson, daughter of Chicago’s second-most influential lord and Hugh’s fiancée, hurried anxiously alongside, completely unaware that Hugh planned to discard her for Jasmine.

"Father!" Hugh howled, agony etched across his pale face. "I'm crippled! My leg—it's gone!"

Tom grasped Hugh's trembling hand firmly, determination blazing in his eyes.

"Stay calm, son. I'll find the best doctors money can buy. Whatever the cost, I promise you'll walk again!"

Jane rushed to Hugh's bedside, her voice shaking with desperation.

"Listen to your father, Hugh. We have resources—rare medicines, powerful connections. You'll recover, I swear!"

"Recovery isn't enough!" Hugh snarled bitterly, rage twisting his features.

"I want revenge! I want that bastard who took my leg and cost me billions to pay!"

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