The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 305

Nobody saw it coming when Alex lunged forward and slapped Zane Hernandez’s face.

Had he lost his damn mind?

Chicago dwarfed Vancouver in influence and made Kingston look like small potatoes—provoking them was suicide.

“Alex, have you gone insane?” Jessica shrieked, eyes blazing with disbelief and fury. “You dare touch Mr. Hernandez? You’re begging to die!”

“You might be eager for your own funeral, but don't drag us down with you!”

Charles thundered, torn between delight at Alex’s blunder and terror at the thought of Chicago’s vengeance. “Hernandez isn't some punk you can push around!”

Even Mr. Dune paled visibly. “Mr. Alex, what the hell have you done?”

The Chicago Lords were ruthless; if they retaliated, the Kingston family would be obliterated.

But Alex stood cold and unshaken, sneering, “He's nothing more than a pile of garbage. Who cares if I rough him up?”

Without another word, Alex delivered another brutal slap to Zane’s face, smirking mockingly.

“Isn't it polite? When one cheek gets hit, you’re supposed to offer the other for balance.”

Everyone froze, stunned into horrified silence.

Had Alex truly dared to slap Zane Hernandez—again?

Jessica nearly exploded. “You arrogant bastard! You’ve just signed your own death warrant!”

Zane, finally snapping out of his shock, trembled with rage and humiliation.

Never before had anyone dared to lay a finger on him. Usually, doors swung open at his approach; people bowed and scraped before him.

Now, his once-imposing face swelled grotesquely, marred by bruises.

“You worthless piece of trash,” he snarled through clenched teeth, jabbing a finger at Alex. “You'll regret ever touching me!”

Alex chuckled coldly, unfazed. “Do you really think waving around your Chicago Lords badge means no one dares to knock some sense into you?”

“I'll kill you!” Zane lunged forward, fist cocked back for revenge.

But Alex moved faster, planting a savage kick into Zane’s gut. Zane crumpled instantly, collapsing onto the floor in agony, curled up and groaning.

“Alex, stop it! Are you insane?” Jessica screamed, her composure finally shattering.

Once was a disaster—twice, a death wish—but a third time? That’s pure insanity.

Ignoring her completely, Alex strode toward Charles, menace radiating from every step.

“I warned you not to drag trouble to Kingston’s doorstep, but you just wouldn't listen!”

His hand swung hard, connecting viciously with Charles’s face.

The slap sent Charles sprawling helplessly over the conference table, smashing glasses and scattering documents everywhere.

“Charles!” Jessica screamed hysterically as she saw her only son knocked senseless. Pure rage contorted her face.

“Grab that lunatic right now!”

Security sprang into action, closing ranks around Alex. He eyed them fearlessly.

“Go ahead—try laying a finger on my man. I’ll have you fired on the spot, and Kingston will make sure you never work in this city again.”

Suddenly, Jasmine’s sharp, unyielding face lit up the massive conference room screen.

All eyes whipped toward Mr. Dune, who had patched her in live from the airport.

Jessica paled instantly. “Jasmine…” Her voice quivered with sudden dread.

Jasmine’s glare pierced through them all like steel.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice the cowardly stunt you pulled, sneaking around my London trip to wreak havoc on my company?”

The room froze in tense, choking silence.

Jasmine Kingston was back—and she was furious.

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