The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 508

“There’s no way that cheap replica ring is a real interspace storage ring,” Belinda said coldly.

If it were truly legendary, she would have bought it herself. She would never have let it slip into someone else’s hands.

“You used a trick,” she pressed on. “You hid the painting and made it look like it disappeared.” Her eyes hardened. “Just admit it.”

“Denial,” Alex sneered. “The first refuge of people who can’t handle the truth. Believe whatever helps you sleep.”

Belinda snapped, her patience gone. “Enough games. Where did you hide the painting?”

Alex lifted a finger and pointed calmly at Sofina’s ring.

“Believe it or not, it’s inside.”

Sofina’s fingers tightened around the ring.

“Inside…?” she whispered, afraid to believe it was really worth fifty million dollars.

Alex’s smile slowly deepened. “Yes.”

Ragnar burst into a loud, forced laugh. “You expect us to believe a poor man’s fantasy? Very funny.”

“Whatever,” Alex said coldly. “I don’t need to prove anything to you—except that you’re blind.”

“Then show me!” Ragnar shouted, his voice sharp with challenge. “Take the painting out of the storage ring. Now. Show me it’s real.”

“Alex…” Sofina hesitated.

Alex tightened his grip on her hand.

“Trust me. No tricks. It’s an interspace storage ring. Just touch the ring and say, release the painting.”

Sofina nodded. She touched the ring and whispered, “Release the painting.”

The air rippled.

Light bent.

Thud.

The antique painting dropped onto the table—whole, flawless, untouched.

Silence exploded.

Someone stumbled back.

Another gasped.

“Damn, it is real interspace storage ring!”

Belinda’s face drained of all color. “That’s… impossible.”

Ragnar whispered, hollow, “Fifty million…”

Alex tilted his head slightly.

“You laughed at dreams. Turns out you were laughing at reality.”

Ragnar’s hands shook. “You said… you said it was fake.”

Alex nodded, calm as stone. “I said the replica was worth one thousand.”

He glanced at Sofina.

“I never said hers was.”

Belinda’s knees buckled. “We sold it for ninety thousand…”

Alex smiled—gentle, precise, deadly.

“No. You returned it for ninety thousand.”

Ragnar staggered back, his face gray.

A duke’s son.

Outbid. Outsmarted.

“That ring is invalid. You have to return it to me,” Belinda blurted out desperately. “You can’t buy a fifty-million-dollar ring with ninety thousand.”

The entire room stared at Belinda as if she had just claimed she had three heads and six arms.

“Even a three-year-old understands buying and selling,” Renata said with a tired sigh. “And you? You’re beyond saving.”

“Shut up. This transaction isn’t valid,” Belinda snapped. “I want the ring returned.”

Everyone could see it clearly now—Belinda was starting to lose control.

“Excuse me.”

A woman’s voice cut cleanly through the tension.

The room froze. Every head turned.

“Countess Marlena,” Sofina said in surprise. “What brings you here?”

Marlena smiled lightly. “I wanted to meet you. I heard you acquired a painting the Eden Group founder is quite fond of.”

Sofina hesitated, confused. Alex touched her shoulder and leaned in, whispering calmly, “I told the Countess about the painting. Why don’t you show it to her?”

“Oh… yes.” Sofina handed the antique painting to Marlena.

Marlena unrolled it at once. Her eyes lit up with unmistakable awe.

“Perfect,” Marlena said, delighted. “I’ve been searching for this piece for a long time.” She looked up. “I’ll offer ten million dollars for it. What do you think?”

“What?!”

Belinda’s voice burst out before she could stop herself.

The entire room erupted in shock.

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