The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 854

Tyler hit him. The cracked glasses flew off and bounced across the carpet.

Tyler hit him again, and the old man fell against the gold sofa with both hands over his face.

"Please," he said. "I'm only looking for my daughter."

The room laughed. Chloe had her phone up again.

"Twice in one night!" she said. "Tyler, you're a legend."

Tyler pulled back his fist a third time.

A hand closed round his wrist.

Nobody had seen Alex get up. He held Tyler's fist in the air as easily as if it were a cup of tea.

"Enough," said Alex.

Tyler pulled. The hand did not move. He pulled harder, until his face went red, and still it did not move.

"Let go of me, kennel boy."

"He's an old man. He's said sorry to you twice. That's enough."

For one second, nobody in the room laughed. Then Alex opened his hand.

Tyler stumbled backwards into the table, and a bottle of twenty-thousand-dollar cognac went over and glugged out onto the carpet.

"Somebody else is paying for that too," said Alex.

He knelt, found the glasses under the sofa, and put them into the old man's hand. He closed the old fingers round them.

"Can you walk?"

"Yes." The old man looked at him through the one good lens. His voice shook. "Thank you, son. Thank you."

Alex helped him to the door. The old man went off down the corridor with one hand on the wall, and did not look back.

Tyler stood over the spilled cognac, rubbing his wrist. His face had gone a dull, ugly red.

"You'll pay for that, Alex," he said. "In front of everybody. You'll pay."

"I think you'll pay for all of this," said Alex, and sat back down.

"Go home to your dogs, Alex! Nobody wants you here."

"Nora," said Alex. "How about we go home?"

Nora looked at Alex for a long moment. Then she shook her head.

"I'm staying," she said.

"Fine. I will go now." Alex stood and walked out.

"Get out, you!" people started yelling after him.

At the end of the corridor, the fat man burst into the Imperial Hall. On a white sofa sat a man in a grey suit, a woman in red smoking beside him, and behind them a man so big he blocked out a lamp.

"Mr. Kessler!" The fat man fell onto the sofa, holding his stomach. "Some rich boy kicked me! He gave me his name. Preston Tiffany, in the Queen's Hall."

"He gave you his name?" said the man in grey. "And his room?"

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