The Almighty Dominance

Alex watched the entire fiasco unfold, a weary sigh escaping him like a man resigned to cleaning up another mess.

He had no appetite for trouble, yet fate had other ideas.

Still, Clara was Sophia's aunt, and family ties had a way of complicating even the simplest matters.

Reluctantly, Alex moved toward Clara, his footsteps heavy with irritation as Hans slithered away unnoticed.

Leaning closer, Alex warned quietly, "A little advice-don't gamble with this one. Things aren't always as bright as they seem."

Clara spun around sharply, eyes blazing with contempt as she assessed him from head to toe.

"Who the hell do you think you are, sticking your nose into everyone's affairs? Jealous, huh? It must burn to see someone actually succeeding while you rot in obscurity."

"You've already destroyed Charles's future and turned him against his own sister. And now you want to sabotage me, too? Keep dreaming, loser!"

Alex's eyes flickered with restrained annoyance, a cold smile ghosting his lips.

"Fine," he drawled lazily, each syllable edged with quiet menace. "Consider yourself warned."

"Get away!" Clara snapped, dismissing him like worthless dirt beneath her shoe. Shrugging with indifference, Alex turned and walked away.

The following day brought Clara unbridled joy, a sense of triumph radiating from every pore.

Her dreams had materialized overnight, crystallized by the million-dollar wire from Charles-her first payment for the coveted Emerald Elixir.

Exhilaration surged through her veins as she confidently stepped into Kingston Pharmaceuticals' marketing division, greeted by Hans's overly accommodating

grin.

Hans eagerly thrust forward the paperwork, his smile hungry for the lucrative payoff.

"Congratulations, Miss Clara," he purred, satisfaction dripping from every word.

"The first shipment-five thousand boxes of Emerald Elixir, each packed with a hundred pills—is yours. Just give us the location, and our team will take care of the rest."

Clara signed swiftly, her excitement almost feverish.

The transaction had barely finished when an unexpected, familiar voice sliced through the air like a whip.

"Hold it right there."

Hans jolted upright, confusion furrowing his brow as he turned to face Alex.

"Who the hell are you?" he demanded harshly, sizing him up with disdain. "I've never seen you around. Do you even belong here?"

Clara's gaze darkened instantly. "Don't mind him, Mr. Hans. This nobody's just jealous of my success. Call security and throw this pest out!"

Hans, emboldened by Clara's dismissal, narrowed his eyes threateningly.

"You heard her, nobody. Leave quietly before I have security toss you onto the street."

Alex fixed Hans with a merciless stare, his voice icy and unyielding.

"You can't sell this batch of elixir."

Fury distorted Clara's features.

"Who the hell do you think you are, Alex? Marching in here like some vigilante to sabotage my business? You're nothing but a pathetic loser!"

"Just because Charles got close to Sophia, you think that gives you the right to lash out? Newsflash-Sophia already divorced you. She's better off with Charles. And this is my business, Alex, so back the hell off—I'm not letting you ruin it!"

Hans barked, voice cracking with fake bravado, "Security! Grab this bastard and beat the hell out of him-teach him the pain he's begging for!"

With lightning swiftness, Alex's palm cracked violently across Hans's face, leaving the stunned manager clutching his cheek, eyes wide with shock and outrage.

"You bastard!" Hans shrieked, trembling from humiliation as fiery pain radiated from his cheek. "How dare you lay a hand on me!"

Unfazed, Alex's voice dropped dangerously low, his gaze sharp as steel.

"You're supposed to uphold Kingston's standards. But instead, you're stealing company property, selling substandard garbage that could ruin our reputation. You don't deserve pity-you deserve every last smack."

Before Hans could react, Alex unleashed another blistering slap, each strike echoing like thunder.

Hans stumbled back, stars exploding behind his eyes as blood trickled from his battered nose and split lips, painting a vivid crimson across his pale, stunned face.

The commotion instantly ignited chaos, office doors flinging open as shocked employees crowded around, whispering anxiously.

"My God! Who the hell is this maniac beating Mr. Hans senseless?"

"He's got guts—or maybe he's just lost his damn mind, attacking Kingston staff like that!"

"Foolish bastard," another scoffed, shaking his head, "He's digging his own grave right here, right now!"

A swell of voices rose louder as curious staff swarmed in, phones quickly dialing security, eager to see punishment swiftly delivered.

"Alex!" Clara shrieked hysterically, her eyes wide in disbelief.

"Have you completely lost your mind? Stop right now!" Her voice cracked with a mix of horror and fury.noveldrama

"Do you have any idea how deep you've sunk yourself? You're finished-you won't walk out of here alive!"

But Alex remained coldly indifferent, his face carved from stone, and without hesitation, he advanced on Hans again, unleashing another ruthless flurry of punches.

Hans groaned miserably beneath each punishing strike, unable to shield himself from Alex's relentless fury.

If Hans had kept his corrupt dealings confined to cheap talk, Alex might have looked away-but daring to threaten violence on top of theft?

Such brazen arrogance stirred a firestorm inside him.

"Security!" Hans wailed in desperation, his voice strained and ragged from pain. "Someone, anyone get him off me!"

Within moments, the hallway thundered with footsteps as burly security guards stormed the scene, swiftly surrounding Alex with menacing stares, their bodies tense and ready to act.

Clara, regaining her nerve now that reinforcements had arrived, pointed venomously at Alex, a triumphant sneer on her lips.

"You're finished, Alex! Beating Mr. Hans was your final mistake. I can't wait to watch them break every miserable bone in your body."

Hans, emboldened by the wall of muscle now protecting him, barked hysterically, saliva mixed with blood spewing from his mouth, "What the hell are you idiots waiting for? Break this bastard's arms and legsedo it now! I'll take full responsibility!"

The guards closed ranks, their fists tightening, when suddenly a booming voice

echoed like thunder through the hallway.

"What the hell is going on here?"

A commanding figure emerged, striding through the crowd with a predatory grace. George Smith, the formidable General Manager of Kingston Pharmaceuticals, radiated authority.

The sea of spectators parted hastily, silence descending like an icy fog.

Even Hans, previously barking like a rabid dog, shrank back meekly.

"Mr. Smith!" Hans whimpered pitifully, struggling upright with shaking limbs. "This madman barged in here, disrupted our business, and assaulted me! You must see justice done!"

George narrowed his eyes sharply, studying Alex with mild curiosity mixed with disdain.

Recognition flickered vaguely in his gaze, yet clearly not enough to earn any favor. "And who exactly are you supposed to be?"

"Mr. Smith," Alex replied evenly, voice calm yet iron-edged, "Your timing is impeccable. This scum," he spat venomously, stabbing a finger accusingly toward Hans, "has been stealing company resources, dealing in substandard, dangerous products."

"He's jeopardizing Kingston's reputation. Have him arrested immediately."

George chuckled darkly, a mocking grin spreading slowly across his face.

"Oh? Was that supposed to be an order?" she sneered. "And who the hell are you

to tell me how to run my company? Have we even met?"

"No," Alex replied calmly. "But I know exactly who you are."

He let out a sharp laugh, eyes scanning him with scorn from head to toe. Everyone knows me. But what makes you think a nobody like you has any right to meddle in Kingston's business?"

Alex's expression hardened further, eyes blazing with controlled rage.

"As General Manager, isn't it your duty to investigate serious misconduct that endangers your company's integrity?"

George's voice grew colder, dangerously quiet.

"I decide what deserves my attention-not some random fool off the street. You claim Mr. Hans is stealing and selling inferior goods? Fine. Show me your evidence."

Hans, realizing Alex had no proof, grinned savagely, confident victory flooding his battered features. His eyes gleamed maliciously, eager to see Alex destroyed. "I don't have evidence right now," Alex admitted.

George barked a sharp laugh. "No evidence-but you dare to make accusations and attack my employee? You're finished."

Hans crowed triumphantly, bloodied face twisted in joy. "Security! I want this lunatic crippled and then thrown into jail. Make sure he rots behind bars!"