The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 342

Gilbert coughed, clearing his throat, his voice firm and dignified.

“Mrs. Florence, I don’t want people spreading nasty rumors about me. You know I'm a gentleman—I’ve got a reputation and dignity to uphold.”

“Taking advantage of situations like this just isn't my style.”

Florence gave a slow, reassuring nod. “You’re right, of course. I trust you completely—that’s why I know you'll take good care of her.”

Gilbert shifted slightly, his eyes darting to Sophia.

“Then perhaps you could take Sophia to the penthouse first? I'll stop by later to check on her—if you think that’s appropriate.”

“Of course, Mr. Guise,” Florence replied warmly.

“You truly are a man of honor.” She gently helped Sophia to her feet, and together with the waitress, guided her toward the door.

As they assisted Sophia out, Gilbert's eyes followed every graceful movement of her figure, desire burning like wildfire within him.

A smirk played across his lips, dark anticipation stirring inside him as his arousal grew.

“Let’s see how you’ll escape tonight,” he whispered under his breath, chuckling darkly.

He took a deep swig of his drink before trailing discreetly behind them, careful not to draw unwanted attention.

Inside the penthouse, Florence eased Sophia onto the luxurious bed and slipped off her shoes.

Carefully, she fetched a basin filled with warm water, gently wiping Sophia's flushed face and neck.

With calculated precision, Florence loosened the buttons on Sophia’s blouse, exposing just enough smooth skin to stir any man's desire.

Florence stepped back and admired her handiwork, a sly smile spreading across her lips.

"This time, no man could resist you, my dear," she whispered softly.

Reaching into Sophia’s handbag, Florence took out the expensive perfume and carefully dabbed it on Sophia’s wrists and neck.

She moved gracefully across the room, turning on soft, romantic music, setting the perfect atmosphere.

Satisfied that everything was flawlessly set, Florence grabbed the room key and stepped outside, immediately spotting Gilbert lingering near the hallway.

“Oh, Mr. Guise!” she called out, feigning surprise.

“I suddenly have something urgent to handle. Could you please check on Sophia? She might need something.”

Gilbert smiled politely, feigning hesitation. “I’d like to, Mrs. Florence, but you know how inappropriate it would look for a man to—”

“Oh, nonsense!” Florence laughed lightly, slipping the key card into his hand. “She really needs help right now, and I must rush off. Please, do me this favor?”

Gilbert stared at the key card for a moment, then finally nodded. “Well, if you insist.”

“Absolutely, I insist,” Florence replied firmly, inwardly scheming about the perfect trap she was laying for him.

Securing a wealthy son-in-law like Gilbert was a chance she would never let slip away.

“In that case, I’ll do my best,” Gilbert responded, his smile returning as they exchanged a few more polite words.

Meanwhile, inside the penthouse, Sophia woke abruptly, her stomach churning violently.

Dizzy and disoriented, she stumbled to the edge of the bed and vomited onto the plush carpet.

The wave of nausea receded slightly, leaving her head spinning and tears filling her eyes.

She fell back onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably, her body trembling with emotion.

Desperate and vulnerable, she fumbled through her handbag, pulled out her phone, and dialed Alex’s number with shaking fingers.

“Alex!” she blurted out, her voice trembling even before he picked up.

“Why are you so cruel to me? Don't you know how deeply I love you?”

“Why is everything so hard for us?”

Alex answered in confusion, hearing only Sophia’s anguished cries.

“Sophia, what's going on? Are you okay?”

“Of course I’m not okay! Everything is wrong!” she shouted, her voice cracking under the strain.

“Are you drunk?” Alex asked carefully, sensing her distress.

“No! I'm not drunk—you’re the one who's drunk! Drunk on Jasmine Kingston’s charm and her money. You never even look at me anymore. You don't care about me!” Sophia sobbed bitterly.

“Why, Alex? Why do you keep hurting me?”

Alex hesitated, speechless. “Did you call just to yell at me?”

“No!” Sophia cried, then immediately contradicted herself.

“Yes! You’re such a bastard, Alex. You played with my heart, treated my feelings like a game. Why can’t things just be easy for us?”

Sophia sobbed softly, her voice barely audible, broken with pain.

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