The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 535

“What the hell are you doing?!” Kaltmann roared, his voice cracking with rage. “I’m calling the police!”

Alex knew exactly what that meant. If this reached the authorities, there would be sanctions—serious ones. His status, his citizenship—everything he had spent three brutal years fighting to obtain—could be erased in a single decision.

He turned sharply to Leonora.

“Miss Silberkreuz,” Alex said, “I slapped and kicked this man under your authority. Do you want me to kill him too?”

Leonora froze. For a split second, even she looked shaken. Alex had just dumped every risk straight into her hands without hesitation.

“That’s a lie!” Kaltmann shouted, staggering upright. His finger shook as he pointed at Alex, fury trembling through his arm.

“Miss Silberkreuz never ordered you to touch me! How dare you hit me—kick me! You’ll pay for this!”

Alex stepped forward.

In one brutal motion, he grabbed Kaltmann by the collar and smashed his fist into the old man’s face—once, then again.

“Miss Silberkreuz told me to hit you,” Alex snarled between blows.

“She told you to stay home. You still showed up. Do you have any idea what that means?” He yanked the collar tighter. “You’re already trying to make her your enemy—by defying her order.”

“And why shouldn’t the duke’s granddaughter strike you? Who do you think you are?” Another punch whipped Kaltmann’s head sideways. “A duke? A count?” A blow sent him reeling. “You’re nothing—just a nobody.”

Kaltmann’s face had swollen into a grotesque mask, bruises blooming dark and ugly as blood pooled at the corner of his mouth. Still, Alex didn’t let go. He never let a threat slide—especially not from someone who had already shown open hatred and clear killing intent.

“Stop—please—stop…” Kaltmann sobbed, his voice collapsing. “Miss… Miss Silberkreuz… please…”

Alex finally paused. He turned his head slightly, eyes never leaving Kaltmann.

“Miss Silberkreuz,” he asked again. “Do you want me to kill him… or forgive him?”

Leonora watched the old man shake at Alex’s hand. Years of resentment burned quietly in her chest. Seeing him broken like this brought an unexpected release.

“Well,” she said at last, “let’s forgive him.”

Alex answered with one last slap that echoed through the room.

“You’re forgiven,” he said coldly. “So shut your mouth and never question Miss Silberkreuz again—unless you’re tired of breathing.”

He released Kaltmann and shoved him forward. The old man collapsed at Anton’s feet like discarded trash.

“Good. Very good,” Anton laughed, clapping slowly. “Seems your people are becoming more and more unbearable.”

Alex straightened and turned to face him.

“Miss Silberkreuz,” Alex said evenly, “may I hit this man? I believe I can kill him with a single blow.”

Leonora laughed, amused now.

“Tempting,” she said. “If he keeps showing off that arrogance, you may give him one hit.” Her eyes gleamed. “Tell him it’s from me.”

“How dare you!” Anton Dunkel shouted.

At the exact same moment, Alex’s hand came down.

Slap.

The sound cracked through the hall.

Anton was struck square across the face, right in front of everyone.

The room froze.

Gasps rippled outward. Even Leonora stiffened in shock.

Alex didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to.

“My miss told you to shut your mouth,” he said calmly. “Can you do it yourself, or do you need my miss to help you shut it?”

He looked at Anton Dunkel the way a dignified man looks at vermin—without anger, without fear, only contempt.

Anton Dunkel was a marquis of the Dunkel family. In his entire life, no one had ever laid a hand on him.

His face burned red with rage. “You’ll regret this. Do you know who I am?!”

Alex nodded calmly. “Yes.”

Anton sneered. “Then why did you hit me?”

Alex tilted his head. “Because knowing who you are didn’t make you sound smarter.”

Leonora coughed softly.

Anton pointed at Alex, shaking. “I am a marquis!”

Alex shrugged. “Then congratulations. You’re officially the highest-ranking man I’ve slapped today.”

Alex answered with another slap.

Harder.

Anton clutched his face, stunned.

“You— you just hit me again!”

Alex nodded. “Yes.”

“In public!”

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