The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 280

“Mr. Smith, looks like you’re hell-bent on covering up for your little lapdog, huh?” Alex’s eyes sharpened into slits, simmering with quiet menace.

Suddenly, everything clicked into place.

It became crystal clear why Hans had strutted around so arrogantly—he had a boss even more corrupt and vile pulling his strings.

Just when Alex believed he’d witnessed Hans at his absolute worst, George proved there was a far darker abyss lurking beneath.

Rotting trees always collapse from within, and Kingston Pharmaceuticals was clearly infested with poisonous maggots like George and Hans.

If these vermin were allowed to thrive unchecked, it would spell doom—not just for quality control, but for every honest worker within the company.

They sold medicine that wasn’t even approved for sale—just to stuff their own pockets.

They didn’t care if it ruined the reputation of Emerald Elixir.

All the millions poured into advertising, all the effort to build something exceptional—shattered by the greed of these two parasites.

George pressed his lips into a thin, venomous line.

"I’m just doing my damn job! Who the hell do you think you are, barging in here and assaulting our employees?"

He jabbed a finger toward the floor, his voice a sinister growl.

"I’m feeling generous today, Alex. Get down on your knees, grovel and beg Hans for forgiveness. Let him slap some sense into your arrogant face. Otherwise, I'll personally make sure you rot behind bars!"

"Is this really how you want to play it?" Alex shot back coldly, daring George with an unflinching stare.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" George exploded, his voice echoing like a cannon shot. "Get on your knees now!"

Hans couldn't hide his twisted delight, jeering smugly, "You heard him, Alex! Kneel down like the dog you are!"

Clara's lips curled into a mocking smirk, her voice dripping venom.

"Honestly, Alex, why’d you stick your nose where it didn’t belong? This humiliation is exactly what you deserve for meddling!"

Alex didn't waste another breath on these vipers. Instead, with calculated calmness, he raised a hand, snapping his fingers crisply.

“What are you doing?”

“Calling backup.”

George burst into mocking laughter, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Backup? Are you serious? Kid, you really don’t get it, do you? This is my territory! Who in the hell could possibly come to your rescue here?"

But suddenly, the doors burst open, and a chilling silence swept through the room as about ten men entered, clad entirely in black.

Each face was carved from stone, expressions severe, eyes colder than winter frost.

Workers nearby blanched, their blood turning to ice in their veins.

Some instinctively backed away, while others, panicked, dashed toward their tables.

These men weren't the police—they were far worse. Kingston Pharmaceuticals' Discipline Division.

Infamous for ruthless efficiency, they dealt swiftly and mercilessly with anyone who stepped out of line—guilty or not.

Their mere presence signaled disaster, doom incarnate marching through their door.

George swallowed hard, sensing doom tightening around his neck.

Forcing a shaky smile, he nervously approached them, voice trembling. "Gentlemen, what... what's brought you here?"

Ignoring him entirely, their leader strode directly to Alex, respectful but lethal.

"Where shall we start?"

Alex nodded coolly, "Begin with Hans and George. I'm certain more vermin will crawl out once you start squeezing, but these two are the root."

Instantly, the black-clad enforcers advanced toward Hans and George like executioners preparing for judgment.

"Gentlemen, we have plenty to discuss privately in the office. Come quietly."

George recoiled, defiance rising desperately in his voice.

"Hold on! Who the hell do you think you are, hauling me away because of this nobody? He stormed in here disrupting company business!"

The Division leader turned, eyes piercing George like sharpened blades.

"Are you absolutely certain he's the troublemaker here, Mr. Smith?"

George’s reply was quick, defensive, but trembled at the edges.

"Of course I'm certain!"

The man’s eyes narrowed, his voice dangerously calm.

"And do you have any idea who this 'nobody' really is?"

George, desperation overriding caution, doubled down in false bravado.

"It doesn't matter who he is! He's trespassed, he's attacked our people, and he's disrupted business! Justice demands punishment!"

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