The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 537

Alex’s foot snapped forward in a brutal arc and slammed into Kaltmann’s chest.

The old man was launched backward. Blood sprayed from his mouth as his body crashed across the floor.

“How dare you,” Alex said coldly, stepping forward, “as an advisor, criticize a decision made by Miss Silberkreuz.”

He stared down at Kaltmann like a judge passing sentence.

“Who do you think you are?” Alex continued. “You think you can control your own boss?”

“This kick was sent by Miss Silberkreuz,” he said. “To remind you of your place. And to make sure you never mislead her again.”

Kaltmann wiped the blood from his lips and glared at Alex Saint-Claire with hatred burning in his eyes.

Leonora was hesitating. She hadn’t made a bid yet. And it was because of Alex.

Kaltmann’s voice was rough and strained, scraping out of his throat.

“You’re the one who lied to Miss Silberkreuz,” he snarled. “You’re the reason she lost a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

Alex laughed—a short, sharp sound full of contempt.

“What kind of shitty opportunity are you talking about?” he snapped. “That thing is nothing but a money pit. A guaranteed loss. Anyone who buys it is throwing cash into a grave.”

Kaltmann clenched his teeth and forced himself upright, his legs trembling. He straightened his robe, struggling to regain his authority.

“Well then,” he said, forcing a smile, “since Mr. Saint-Claire claims this book is useless, I’d like to hear how he reached that conclusion.”

He spread his hands toward Alex.

“Go on,” Kaltmann shouted. “Show us what you’ve got. Don’t tell me all you’re good at is beating people who don’t agree with you, you bastard.”

Inside, he was confident.

If Alex tried to bluff—if he hesitated even once—Leonora would see through him. The moment that happened, she would bid without hesitation.

Around them, the crowd began to murmur.

“He’s just a useless brat,” someone scoffed. “What could he possibly know?”

“Yeah,” another voice sneered. “Who gave him the right to talk big?”

“If you’re not serious,” someone shouted impatiently, “stop wasting everyone’s time.”

Insults rained down from every direction.

Alex didn’t react.

He simply looked at Kaltmann, his eyes calm, almost amused.

“Are you sure,” Alex asked slowly, “that you want me to explain?”

“Of course!” Kaltmann laughed. “Speak freely. I’d love to see how con artists like you twist the truth.”

Alex shrugged, casual and relaxed.

“I wasn’t planning to expose anyone today,” he said. “But since you’re insisting… it would be rude of me to stay quiet.”

“Expose?” Leon Zhao said, finally speaking.

“So you’re saying,” he said evenly, “that all of us missed something?”

Alex Saint-Claire glanced at him and laughed softly, the sound sharp and cutting.

“Out of everyone here,” he said calmly, “you’re the dumbest one.”

Leon’s face twisted with rage. He shot to his feet, eyes blazing.

“Are you looking to die, you little bastard?”

Alex didn’t flinch.

“The book is real,” he said evenly. “Don’t get that twisted. But it’s royal family cultivation.”

The room stilled.

“That means only people with royal blood can cultivate it,” Alex continued. “Not just anyone from Xia—royal Xia blood. A bloodline that’s guarded tighter than a throne.”

His gaze swept across the room, cold and dismissive.

“I don’t see a single person here with that blood. Especially not any Prussian.”

Kaltmann’s face darkened. “Bullshit,” he snarled. “Cultivation manuals can be learned by anyone!”

Alex sneered. “Then explain this.”

He turned his eyes to the red-haired owner.

“Why did the owner of this book never learn it,” Alex asked slowly, “even though he’s had it for decades?”

The red-haired man panicked and shouted, “I—I don’t have the aptitude for cultivation! That’s why I’m selling it! I hoped someone else could learn it!”

Alex burst out laughing.

“I’ll bet you this,” he said sharply. “By the third or fourth page, there’s a warning. It says the cultivation is useless outside the royal family.”

The red-haired man froze. His face drained of color.

“There—there’s no page like that,” he stammered.

Alex’s smile vanished. His eyes turned icy.

“Then that means you tore it out.”

The red-haired man exploded. “You filthy brat! How dare you spread such disgusting lies!”

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

Before anyone else could speak, Maximilian’s expression turned grim. His gaze locked onto the red-haired man like a blade.

“Then let’s settle this properly,” Maximilian said coldly. “Open page three and page four.”

The red-haired man began sweating uncontrollably.

“O-open the pages?” he stuttered. “Didn’t I already say this book cannot be opened unless someone intends to buy it? This brat is clearly lying! Why are you all falling for his nonsense?!”

The room was silent.

Then Leonora stood.

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