The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 478

Felicia didn’t catch the name of the count—she just exploded

“How dare you hit Count Gustav! Who the hell do you think you are?! Do you know the punishment for striking a noble? You’re dead!”

“You bitch! How dare you insult Count Oskar! I’ll rip that filthy mouth right off your skull!” Viscount Friedrich roared back. He grabbed Felicia by the neck and slapped her across the face.

It was like lightning tore through both Gustav and Felicia at the same time. Their rage vanished. Their minds snapped awake.

Count… Oskar?

The man in the immaculate suit standing in front of them—calm, unreadable, watching—was that Count Oskar of Winchester?

The man who ruled every inch of the underground world.

The man whose name alone made criminals tremble.

The man who unified the entire underground in just two years—through blood, corpses, and fear—turning himself into a living legend.

The man no one crossed.

Because everyone who tried… died.

Color drained from Gustav and Felicia’s faces instantly. They went pale—paper white.

Count Gustav reacted first. His pride, his arrogance—gone.

He collapsed to the floor, dropping to his knees in front of Count Oskar, slamming his hands on the ground.

“Sir! I—I’m sorry! It’s my fault! Please forgive me! I… I didn’t recognize you! I have nothing to do with these fools or their damn loans! Please! Please spare me!”

Count Oskar didn’t even look at him at first.

He calmly touched the bracelet on his wrist. A screen lit up.

He scanned through the documents, his voice cold, precise, professional.

“So, Gustav,” Count Oskar said quietly, “you cannot claim you have no connection to them. You are the guarantor for all fifty people. The total loan amount is… twenty-five million dollars.”

He stared down at Gustav—cold, unreadable, not a single flicker of emotion on his face.

“You will pay that amount. Now. Or, according to the legal contract, I will own your body—along with everyone here. And I will sell your organs to the highest bidder.”

He didn’t shout.

He didn’t even lean forward.

He didn’t have to.

The silence that followed hit the room harder than any explosion—sharp, heavy, and suffocating, louder than a scream ever could be.

Gustav’s jaw dropped. “Twenty-five million?!”

Even for him, that number was monstrous—especially when it wasn’t supposed to come out of his pocket.

Count Oskar stared at him without a flicker of sympathy. “What? You don’t want to pay?”

Before Gustav could respond, Oskar’s kick smashed into his stomach.

The impact folded him in half—air punched out of his lungs in a strangled gasp— and the force hurled him straight out the doorway, his body skidding across the ground outside like a rag doll.

Letting the very people who expected him to save them watch his pathetic, broken state.

They were shocked—every single one of them.

The crowd that had been noisy, happy, and hopeful just moments ago now stood frozen, eyes wide, mouths half-open.

No one moved.

No one spoke.

It was as if the air itself turned to stone.

Seeing Count Gustav—once arrogant, loud, and full of pride—reduced to a trembling wreck in front of Count Oskar broke whatever illusions they still had.

And then Count Oskar stepped out with his men, moving through the doorway with the quiet authority of someone who never needed to prove anything.

“Count Gustav. I’ll give you one last chance to pay the money. If you don’t… I’ll take your organs now.”

Gustav collapsed instantly.

It hit him like a nightmare he couldn’t wake from.

The owner of the Königsberg Credit Union was actually Count Oskar—that Count Oskar.

The man even his own family wouldn’t dare confront.

And now he had provoked him… all because he wanted to curry favor with Sofina Scheinwald’s mother, hoping it might lead him closer to Sofina herself.

Instead, he stepped on a landmine.

If his father heard about this, he’d kill him before Oskar did.

Gustav scrambled onto his knees.

“Please, sir! I don’t have that kind of money! Please forgive me! Take the money from them! I don’t even know them—I only met them a few minutes ago! Please spare me!”

The old debtors stood frozen, their mouths hanging open. They had expected Count Gustav to save them—to march in proudly and wipe away their debts.

Instead, their “savior” was kneeling like a worthless street beggar, smacking his head on the floor in front of a man in a suit.

Felicia—so loud and arrogant earlier—stood stiff and silent, her face throbbing from the slaps, her pride shattered.

Oskar snorted, annoyed. “Listen carefully. You owe me. And the money is due today.”

Gustav’s fear spiked like ice through his veins.

He didn’t have twenty-five million. Not today. Not ever.

He staggered up and spun toward the crowd he was trying to impress just minutes ago.

“All of you—look at what you’ve dragged me into!” he shouted.

“Now you’re going to pay the loans you took from this credit union. Today is your deadline. If you don’t… you’ll die here on my hand. All of you.”

The place went dead silent.

Some people in the crowd were terrified—but others were still stupidly arrogant.

“Why should I pay anything?” one man snapped. “I already gave you ten thousand! You promised you’d take care of the rest. Now the credit union wants money, and we’re asking for our responsibility back. You took our ten grand—so do your job!”

“Yeah! Exactly!” several others chimed in.

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