The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 396

“Frederick! You can’t hit Alex!” Lawrence rushed in, grabbing Frederick’s arm just as it swung toward Alex.

“Shut the hell up!” Frederick snarled.

He seized Lawrence by the collar and flung him aside like trash.

But Lawrence scrambled to his feet and stood in front of Alex again, shielding him with his own body.

“So that’s it? You forget your family and protect this bastard?” Frederick’s fists clenched, trembling with rage as he raised his arm again.

“He healed Grandfather—don’t forget that. If you lay a hand on him, I’ll call my father,” Lawrence warned, his voice trembling yet firm.

“And you know exactly what will happen then.”

The threat cut through Frederick’s fury. There were only two men in the family he feared—his grandfather, and second, Henry.

“Fine.” Frederick spat the word like venom.

“Then tell that fake doctor to get out. We’ve already paid him. If he doesn’t leave in a minute, he won’t leave at all.”

Alex laughed coldly, picked up the bag of money, and hurled it at Frederick’s face. “Use this to buy your coffin. I don’t want it.”

The bag smacked hard against Frederick’s face.

To everyone’s shock, he staggered, rolled his eyes back, and collapsed, fainting on the floor.

“You hit my son! You’re asking for death!” Benjamin roared, fury blazing in his eyes.

He raised a fist to crush Alex. Their family lived by martial arts—every argument was one step away from bloodshed.

Alex’s own blood boiled, his fists twitching, but he knew if he fought back, any fragile diplomacy with the Lyra family would shatter.

“Guards!” Lawrence shouted, desperate but clever. “Uncle Benjamin is about to strike our guest!”

In seconds, armored guards stormed the hall, forming a wall between Benjamin and Alex.

“This fraud dared hit my son and insult our family. Don’t stop me from killing him!” Benjamin thundered.

“Uncle, this is happening because you refused to pay him as agreed!” Lawrence shot back.

“I was ready to give him three hundred million! But after his insolence, he won’t get a single cent. I’ll take his arms instead!” Benjamin’s voice shook the walls.

He pointed at Alex.

“Guards, seize him. Break both his arms!”

“No! Stop!” Lawrence cried. But the guards hesitated only a moment—Benjamin’s authority outweighed Lawrence’s weakness.

They moved toward Alex.

Lawrence darted in front of them again, spreading his arms wide.

“Uncle, what are you doing? Alex is a benefactor to the Prescott family! Aren’t you afraid of Grandfather’s wrath if you harm him?”

“You insolent brat! You protect a man who dares slander us?” Benjamin’s rage grew blacker. “Fine. Then I’ll discipline you myself—in your father’s place!”

Frederick, regaining consciousness, staggered up, face twisted in rage, charging at Alex.

“Stop it, Benjamin!” A voice boomed from the doorway. “I’ll be the one to discipline my son.”

All eyes turned. Henry stood there, calm yet terrifying.

Benjamin froze. Frederick too. Fear drained the color from their faces.

“What kind of chaos is this,” Henry’s voice was sharp, “while Father is still recovering?”

Lawrence rushed to him, relief flooding his face. “Father, it’s them. They don’t want to pay.”

Lawrence told Henry everything, slowly but clearly.

At that moment, Alex was still waiting with Henry when a servant ran in, pale and shaking.

“Mr. Henry! Something’s wrong! Mr. Prescott—he’s gone mad!”

“What?” Henry shot up, his face drained of color.

Without another word, he bolted, guards rushing behind him. Samuel was the pillar of their family. Any disaster involving him could destroy everything.

But as soon as they reached the front room, the world exploded.

Literally exploded.

A deafening blast ripped through half the mansion, tearing it into rubble and leaving a smoking crater.

In the center of the destruction stood Samuel.

His body trembled, his eyes glowing red like burning coals. He swung one hand, and an entire wall of the mansion collapsed in an instant.

The more he moved, the more devastation followed—each strike tearing the mansion apart piece by piece.

Even Henry, a high-level superhuman, stood frozen.

Against Samuel—the living legend, level ninety-nine—they had no chance. All they could do was retreat.

Samuel raged blindly, smashing everything in sight, destroying without thought or mercy.

“What’s happening?” Henry’s voice cracked with panic. “Alex! You said my grandfather was stable!”

Alex’s eyes stayed calm, though his voice was heavy.

“Someone woke him before the hour was up.” He looked at Samuel with a sorrowful gaze and sighed.

“Truly unfortunate for the Prescott family. You’ve just lost your best chance.”