The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 514

“The winner of the second competition final,” the commentator announced, his voice ringing through the arena, “Phantom, from the Bluthelm Company!”

The stadium erupted—not in cheers, but in rage.

“Boooo!”

The sound crashed like a wave, loud and merciless. Thousands of voices joined as one, drowning the air with hatred.

Inside the reunion room, every head turned at the same time.

All eyes locked onto Tobias.

“How could you build something this cunning?”

“This is illegal. It has to be.”

“You cheated.”

His classmates shouted over one another, anger sharp in their voices. Accusations flew like knives.

But Tobias barely heard them.

He was staring at Alex. And Sofina.

His throat tightened. His head buzzed.

“Explain this,” Tobias demanded.

Alex blinked, putting a hand to his chest as if truly shocked.

“Explain what?” he said lightly. “That I let a cleaning-service robot pilot your Phantom and it still won the competition?”

Tobias felt a headache slam into him, sudden and brutal.

Before he could respond, an egg-shaped robot glided smoothly across the floor and stopped in front of Sofina.

“Miss Sofina!” the Eve said brightly. “Did you see that? I won first place!”

Sofina knelt and wrapped her arms around the small machine. “I saw, Eve,” she said warmly. “I’m so proud of you.”

Tobias stood frozen.

He didn’t know what he was supposed to feel.

Pride—because his Phantom had taken first place?

Or despair—because admitting that meant admitting Bluthelm couldn’t win without a cleaning-service robot at the controls.

“Tobias,” Alex said calmly. “Care to step outside? Private conversation.”

Tobias looked up, a flicker of hope in his eyes. “Are you here to give me the eight million dollars?”

Alex laughed. “Nope. Phantom ranked first. That means you get nothing.”

The hope vanished.

“But,” Alex continued, smiling, “someone wants to meet you. Someone with so much money you’ll never need to work another day in your life. Your only problem will be deciding how to waste it.”

Before Tobias could ask anything, Alex grabbed his arm and pulled him into the hallway.

They passed through a restricted corridor, then another secured door. Alex stopped in front of a quiet room and shoved Tobias inside.

“My boss wants to talk to you,” Alex said simply.

The door closed behind him.

Alex didn’t follow. His footsteps faded away.

Ragnar’s communicator buzzed.

He answered—and his father’s voice detonated through the line.

“You bastard,” Duke Eisenwall snarled. “You’ve disgraced the Eisenwall name. How could Alpha kneel before that tiny Bluthelm toy?”

His voice cut like a blade. “Did you betray us? Did you sell Alpha to Bluthelm?”

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