The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 494

The next morning, before the sun even lifted over Winchester, Alex headed straight to the city’s largest car showroom.

The place was a fortress of glass and steel, packed with the most expensive machines the empire could build.

He came with one purpose: to buy a car so extraordinary that no one would ever dare question Sofina’s worth again.

She deserved the best—luxury, prestige, and a price tag that silenced every rumor before it even formed.

He walked through the towering showroom doors and entered the massive dome where every premium and exclusive model sat under bright lights like jewels on display.

Alex scanned the room, eyes sharp, until he spotted it—the most expensive car in all of Prussia.

VÖXEN.

A beast built in the same league as Lamborghini. The cheapest model started at a million dollars. The top-tier version sat at eight million, gleaming like liquid metal.

For Alex—with fifty billion dollars in liquid assets sitting comfortably in his accounts—that eight-million-dollar masterpiece was nothing more than a slightly overpriced toy.

He could buy it without blinking.

But he hesitated.

Sofina would never accept it.

Not because she didn’t deserve it, but because she would agonize over the cost, demand an explanation he couldn’t give, and avoid driving it entirely out of humility.

She hated drawing attention. A VÖXEN would drag every eye in Winchester toward her.

It would do more harm than good.

He thought deeper.

A Baron driving a car that even Viscounts and Counts struggled to afford would spark jealousy—real, dangerous jealousy.

Nobles could be petty, vicious even, over something as trivial as horsepower. One wrong move, one flash of superiority, and they’d turn it into a personal war.

Better to keep the peace.

Better not to provoke men whose pride was thinner than hair yet sharper than the blades they carried.

He needed something prestigious but not ostentatious. Elegant but practical. A car Sofina could drive daily without fear of scratching eight million dollars’ worth of paint.

And there it was.

The Arcturus 6.

A polished, extended flying car—sleek, respected, and favored by noble who wanted class without theatrics.

Exclusive but not offensive. Luxurious but still believable. It fit Sofina perfectly.

As Alex walked to the Arcturus booth

Four sales executives instantly straightened their jackets, forced bright smiles onto their faces, and perked up the moment someone stepped toward their booth.

Hope flickered in their eyes—a customer.

“A customer coming in. Anyone see what he’s driving?” one whispered sharply.

A sale meant commission. A commission meant bonus. And bonus meant survival in a job built on pressure.

But just as they prepared to rush forward, a woman behind them let out a loud, annoyed snort.

“Relax,” she scoffed. “He came on a bicycle.”

Her voice dripped with contempt. “Probably here to take selfies and pretend he’s somebody. Ignore him.”

Their excitement died instantly.

A bicycle meant waste of time.

Earlier, Alex had ridden his bicycle to the showroom and parked it near the entrance.

Inside, every salesperson had their screens synced to the parking lot and the main doors. They watched like wolves—alert, hungry, ready to pounce the moment a wealthy client appeared.

If someone arrived in a roaring engine, wearing luxury on their sleeves, the sales team would sprint to the entrance, practically fighting each other to drag the customer to their own booth.

But when a customer walked in looking like Alex—simple clothes, cheap bicycle, no shine, no status—they turned blind.

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