The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 128

Marco spat blood and curses In one go.

"You... you're dead neat! And now you've made the rest of us dead neat, too!"

He was all wild eyes and trembling rage, but Alex just cocked his head, looking about as threatened as a bored

housecat.

"That so?" Alex replied, voice flat, like he'd rather turn on his hee than waste another word.

"Stop!" Megan jumped to stop him, arms stretched wide like a rickety fence.

"You bastard! You dare mess with Jasper Drake? Do you have any clue what you've done? We'll all pay for this!"

Alex glanced from Megan to Marco, his expression as cold as a Janary wind.

"I don't care."

"But we do!" Sophia cried, voice shaking as she stepped closer.

"You've ruined us! Jasper's father won't stop at you; he'll cafter everyone tied to you!"

"You'd better turn yourself and beg forgiveness," Megan warned, her voice trembling. "Don't take us all down

with you."

"That's right!" Marco sneered, still hugging his battered nose, using Megan as a shield. "You must be out of your

mind to hurt Mr. Drake's son."

A few murmurs rippled through the crowd, anxious whispers chasing one another like gusts of a gathering storm.

"He should've quit while he was ahead," someone muttered.

"Why fling that knife and drag us into his mess?" another chimed in.

The knot in Alex's gut tightened. He'd stepped in to protect Sophia and now they were treating him like a rabid

dog.

Jason Paige-one of Jasper's toadies-threw his sneer into the ring.

"So you can fight, big deal. Ever heard of power and status? The Drakes have both. They'll make you grovel for

the rest of your days."

“He's just spoor guy who happens to be ex-military and now Kingston's hired muscle. Not worth risking our

necks over," Marco shouted.

"Let's just hand him over. Why should we all suffer for his stupidity?"

Those words whipped around Alex like a cold wind, and people began circling in, fear morphing into anger, then

into blame. Marco latched onto Sophia's wrist and pulled her toward the door.

"See how this is going, Sophia? He is trouble-nothing but it. Let's go explain ourselves to Jasper before that

lunatic father of his shows up."

"But

Sophia wavered, glancing at Alex, clearly torn.

"Move it, Miss Sophia!" Megan barked, practically dragging her out. "Before Harlan Drake storms into our front

door!"

With that, they slipped through the entrance, leaving Alex to face the growing hostility of the crowd alone.

Sguests hesitated, their expressions torn between fear and guilt, but others closed in on Alex, muttering

about how it would be easier to appease the Drakes by offering him up.

"What's the matter? Scared?" Jason Paige taunted with a smug grin, his voice dripping with arrogance.

"Since you've got no guts, get on your knees and bow down to me! Maybe, just maybe, I'll help you beg for

forgiveness from

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Another voice chimed in, egging him on. "Yeah, stop standing the like a fool! Hurry up and grovel to Mr. Drake!"

Jason Jabbed a finger into Alex's chest, leaning closer with a snee

"Listen up, punk. Don't say | didn't give you a chance," Jason sneered, his voice laced with arrogance.

"Do you have any idea how close 1 am to Harlan Drake? If you get on your knees and beg, maybe just maybe I'll

consider helping you. But if you don't, well... don't ccrying when things get ugly."

Alex stayed silent, his expression unreadable.

‘Arrogance, huh?" Jason spat on the floor, his disdain palpable. "What does it matter if you know how to fight?

Without power or status, you're nothing-a nobody."

He leaned in, his voice dripping with mockery. "Just a foot soldier. To people like me, you're worth less than the

dirt under my shoes."

"Are you aware that you're playing with fire?" Alex asked, his tone calm but carrying an edge sharp enough to

cut.

Jason's smirk only widened. "Playing with fire? Not only do | want to play with fire-1 want to play with your life!

Believe it or not, my money could turn your friends and family into your enemies. I'll show you what real despair

feels like. Living will seem worse than death!"

A dark shadow crossed Alex's face as Jason spoke.

His hand shot out, gripping Jason's middle finger.

"You asked for this," Alex said, his voice low and dangerous.

With a quick, sharp motion, Alex bent the finger backward, eliciting a scream of pure agony from Jason. The

finger twisted unnaturally, pointing where it had no business going.

"You bastard!" Jason howled, clutching his hand.

"How dare you hit him again!" someone shouted, the accusations flying thick.

"You're a dead man!" another screamed.

"Stop it!" Jasmine Kingston's voice cut through the chaos like a whip.

She stepped forward, her expression cold and unyielding.

Jason, still reeling from the pain, glanced at Jasmine.

"Miss Kingston, I'd advise you to stay out of this. That man is already marked. Harlan Drake doesn't forgive.

Touching his son is signing your own death warrant!"

Jasmine's lips curled into a frosty smile. "So you're afraid of Harlan Drake, but not of me?"

She took a step closer, her heels clicking sharply on the floor. "Letshow you why that's a mistake."

She turned to an older man standing nearby.

"Joe," she called calmly.

"Yes, Miss?" the man replied, stepping forward with a slight bow.

"How long would it take to ruin Jason Paige and his entire family?"

Joe adjusted his glasses, his expression unbothered.

"Ten minutes, Miss." He paused, then added, "Five minutes if | use all the resources at the Kingston family's

disposal."

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Jasmine's gaze locked onto Jason, her voice dripping with icy anger. "Make it three."

"Consider it done. " Joe pulled out his phone and made a single call

"Jason Paige and Paige Telecommunications," he said, his tone brisk. “Bankrupt

in three minutes."

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