The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 302

Alex shook his head bitterly, eyes blazing with disbelief.

"So that's it, huh? Just because I'm poor, every crime lands on me? You people are unbelievable."

"Can't any of you see? Charles is the monster here! He was about to assault Sophia!"

Florence laughed mockingly, eyes narrowed in contempt.

"Charles? Assaulting Sophia? If Charles decided to take Sophia to bed, we'd throw a goddamn celebration! That would be marriage, not assault.”

“But you, a useless leech without two pennies to rub together—you try to touch my daughter. That’s not affection—it’s assault. It is rape!”

Alex smiled coldly, the fury burning out to numbness. "I get it. Nothing I say matters as long as my wallet's empty, right? Fine. Have it your way—I don’t give a damn anymore."

He spun sharply, heading for the door.

Jack exploded from his seat, eyes wild with rage.

"You think you're just gonna stroll outta here after what you did to my sister? You cowardly little bastard—get back here!"

But Alex didn't even glance back, the door swinging shut behind him.

Jack cursed under his breath, fists clenched tight.

"That punk's lucky he slipped away, or I'd have broken every bone in his miserable body."

Charles surged forward, voice authoritative and cold.

"Don't worry, I'll handle it. I'll drag that criminal straight to jail myself. We can't let scum like him roam free."

"Thank you, Charles," Florence hissed, lips twisted with satisfaction. "Make sure that bastard rots behind bars!"

Clara quickly nodded, spurred by a chorus of agreements. "He's crossed every line!"

With that Charles rushed out.

Just then, Sophia stirred, eyelids fluttering open weakly.

Florence rushed to her side instantly, relief flooding her face. "Sophia! Thank God, you're awake. How are you feeling?"

Sophia pressed a trembling hand to her throbbing forehead, confusion clouding her eyes.

"Mom? What's everyone doing here?"

Florence's voice trembled with feigned compassion.

"Charles warned us that you might be in danger. Good thing he did—we arrived just in time. Alex nearly had his way with you!"

"Alex?" Sophia whispered, frowning deeply as fragmented memories stirred. "Where is he?"

"Don’t you worry," Florence soothed, eyes narrowing maliciously. "Charles is going after him. Soon, he'll be exactly where he belongs—in a cold, dark cell."

Jack chimed in aggressively, "We've got the cops on his trail too. He won’t get away."

Sophia looked up sharply, sudden panic flickering in her eyes. "Arrest Alex? Why would you do that?"

Florence scowled fiercely. "Sophia, you were drunk out of your mind! Alex dragged you here to take advantage of you!"

"What? No, that's not right…" Sophia’s voice faltered, her head pounding with uncertainty.

"Charles… Charles was the one. He did something—I passed out. Alex tried to save me, I think."

A stunned silence descended, disbelief etched starkly across every face.

Florence gasped, incredulous. "Are you serious, Sophia? Alex was caught red-handed! We saw him with our own eyes, about to assault you!"

Jack leaned forward, voice urgent and angry. "Sis, he was pulling off your clothes while you were unconscious!"

Clara backed him swiftly, nodding vigorously. "We were all witnesses, Sophia! Alex is guilty!"

Sophia shook her head desperately, eyes swimming with confusion and pain. "No! It can't be Alex! It wasn’t him…"

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