The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 820

"It was the idiot!"

Preston flung out his arm. His shaking finger pointed down the line, past Serena's shoulder, at the man behind her.

"Him! It was him!"

Alex looked over his own shoulder to see who Preston meant. There was only the wall. He turned back and gave Curtis a small, friendly wave.

"Listen to me!" Preston shuffled forward on his knees. "He was at the Grand! He was standing right there when your nephew's arm broke! And the night the harbour died, he went out and walked all night. All night! He came home at dawn soaked to the skin. Ask anyone in the house!"

For a heartbeat nobody in the hall made a sound.

Then a man by the stairs snorted. Another laughed out loud. The laugh went round the walls like a cold wind, and because they were frightened and it was safer to laugh, the Tiffanys laughed too.

"The idiot?" an aunt gasped. "He can't find his own shoes!"

Connor did not laugh. He looked at Alex for a long moment, and then his mouth twisted.

"Wait, him?" Connor squinted, realization dawning on his face. "Back at the Grand Hotel, he was just a waiter holding a tray."

"A waiter..." Curtis's gaze snapped to Alex like a predator locking onto prey. "You. Did you murder my brother?"

"Yes," Alex answered, the corner of his mouth curving into an easy smile.

The entire hall instantly went cold. A suffocating silence fell over the crowd.

Curtis surged forward, his aura flaring with hostile intent. "Stop playing games with me, boy! Give me an answer—did you kill him?!"

"I just told you: yes," Alex said with an amused nod. "Didn't the morning reports explain it clearly enough? They claimed a 'shadow' slaughtered them all at the docks. Well, look down—I happen to have a shadow cast under my boots. That shadow must have butchered everyone at the harbor."

Both Curtis and Connor froze, speechless at his sheer insolence.

"You're playing with your own damn life!" Curtis barked, his face turning crimson. "I'll slaughter you and every last member of your family!"

"Mr. Bennett, wait! He isn't one of us!" the aunt screamed hysterically, throwing herself forward. "It's a fake marriage, only registered on paper! He doesn't even enter the main house—he sleeps out in the dog kennels!"

"We're innocent! Every one of us!"

"Look for him, not us!"

"I'll decide who is innocent," Curtis said. "Until I have my brother's killer, every one of you is guilty."

"We have never broken a law in our lives!" Gideon said hoarsely.

"Why did we ever let that idiot into the house?"

"I said so the day she married him," the Baroness said flatly. "Nobody listened."

Curtis was not laughing. Something moved in his face that was worse than laughing.

He walked back over, casting a long shadow across Preston’s trembling frame. His eyes were completely void of emotion.

"Still refusing to confess? Still guarding your partner's name? That's fine by me."

"No! Wait! I swear to God!" Preston babbled, scrambling backward on all fours. "It was just a misunderstanding! Let me explain—"

"String him up," Curtis cut in, turning his back. "Start with the rope."

Two men took Preston under the arms. He kicked and screamed all the way to the iron hook in the great black beam above the hall.

"Lock the rest below," Curtis said. "Keep three." He pointed at Preston on the rope. Then at Patricia. "This one called the newspapers." Then he looked at Connor, and Connor nodded at Serena. "And her."

"Where are you taking them?" Serena asked.

"You should worry about yourself," said Curtis.

"Idiot! You'll get us all killed!" the aunt shrieked at Alex as the men drove the family toward a low door under the stairs. "You and your walks!"

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