Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 277

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 277

“Well, well, well—if it isn’t Alex! Tell me, are you seriously hoping to snag a distributor deal with Kingston?”

Clara sneered venomously, her cold eyes darting downward at Alex as if he were nothing more than dirt under her designer shoes.

Alex casually shifted his gaze toward Charles, his voice edged with mockery.

“What’s wrong, Charles? Didn’t you tell your friend here exactly who I am?”

Clara turned toward Charles, curiosity mingling with disdain in her narrowed eyes.

“Charles, what exactly is this grand position he claims?”

“Alex?” Charles erupted into contemptuous laughter, the cruel amusement echoing harshly through the room.

“Please! He’s nothing but a worthless piece of garbage! He wormed his pathetic way into Jasmine’s bed, becoming her personal boy toy through deception.”

“My little sister was naive enough to hand him the title of Chief Physician at Hilton Pharmacy-nothing more than charity for a parasite.”

“I believe he begged Jasmine for the position, just to make himself look important, even though he’s nothing. And even that so-called glory isn’t his; everyone knows Dr. Joana is the real genius behind the Emerald Elixir.”

“A freeloading parasite?” Clara mocked, her lips twisted in disgust.

“Exactly! That’s the truth-he has no qualifications for his position,” Charles sneered arrogantly, rolling his eyes dismissively.

Alex’s eyes flashed dangerously as a faint, defiant smirk formed on his lips.

“You’re questioning my qualifications, Charles? That’s rich, coming from the disgraceful failure of the Kingston lineage. You dare stroll in here demanding a distributor’s license? Do you even have the qualifications for that? Everything you touch crumbles into chaos.”

Charles stiffened, his arrogant expression briefly faltering. He quickly recovered, puffing his chest out in a shameless display of superiority.

“Alex, Alex, you pathetic fool. Kingston Pharmaceuticals is our family business-l know every employee inside out. Securing a distributor’s license is as effortless as snapping my fingers!”

Alex shook his head slowly, his mocking laughter cutting like a blade.

“Is that right? Somehow, I doubt Jasmine would willingly hand such power over to you. Face it, Charles, even your own family’s given up on you. You’re the Kingston nobody wants.”

“Who the hell do you think you are, Alex?” Clara spat, rage flaring in her icy glare. Alex straightened proudly, a subtle but potent smile curving his lips.

“Me? I’m not just the Chief Physician at Hilton Pharmacy-I also happen to be the majority shareholder of Emerald Elixir. That means I hold the power to decide the fate of your precious distributor license.”

Charles froze momentarily, disbelief washing over his arrogant face.

Then he burst into hysterical laughter, shaking his head mockingly.

“Did you just call yourself a major shareholder? Have you finally lost whatever scraps of sanity you had left? You, Alex-a major shareholder? That’s the funniest damn thing I’ve heard all year!”

“Oh, please,” Clara chimed in, her laughter ringing out with cruel delight.

“Go ahead and brag to the clueless, Alex, but don’t embarrass yourself in front of those who actually know you. You’re just a pathetic joke, desperate for scraps of attention!”

“I did some digging about you,” Charles hissed bitterly, his eyes glistening with malice.

“Turns out, you’re nothing but a cowardly ex-soldier who ran away from the battlefield and hid here. You may have tricked your way into Jasmine’s good graces, but deep down, you’re just empty air-a meaningless toy with nothing to his name.”

Charles stepped in, his voice laced with venom.

“Doctor or not, I know exactly what you are, Alex. You’re the kind of snake who poisons Jasmine just to swoop in with the cure and play the hero.”

“Seducing her under the guise of saving her-pathetic. You lied to my father, lied

to Kelly. You thrive on chaos, then wear the mask of a savior.”

“They might be blind to your game, but I’m not falling for your cheap tricks. You’re nothing but a manipulative bastard.”

Alex let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head as if pitying Charles.

“Believe whatever delusion helps you sleep at night, Charles. Honestly, it amazes me how someone from the Kingston bloodline could have such a shallow, narrow mind. Always convinced you’re superior, yet blinded by jealousy, arrogance, and envy.”

Alex stepped forward slightly, his voice filled with cold contempt.

“No wonder your own family cast you aside. Putting Kingston’s legacy in your hands would’ve been a guaranteed disaster. You’re twisted, Charles-wasting what little brainpower you have on

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“Maybe try looking at the bright side for once; you’ve been crawling in the dark so long, you’ve forgotten what light even is.”

Charles, red-faced and fuming, snapped first, grabbing Alex aggressively by the collar and leaning in close, eyes filled with burning hatred. His voice was a venomous whisper.

“Mark my words, Alex. One day,

you’ll be on your knees, begging me for mercy. And when that day comes, everyone will see through

the web of lies you’ve

Pet

spun-exposing you for the filthy snake you really are.”

Clara, alarmed by the escalating tension, swiftly reached out to pull Charles back.

“Let him go, Charles!” she urged urgently, casting nervous glances at the gathering audience.

“He’s just a pitiful loser-he doesn’t deserve even a moment of your attention. People are watching!”

Alex chuckled, eyes gleaming with defiance as he casually smoothed out his shirt.

“Did I hit a nerve, Charles?” he said, voice low and laced with mockery.

“You’ve always been so easy to rattle with that fragile little ego of yours.”

Charles lunged, tempted to strike Alex across the head.

“Just you wait,” he spat, voice shaking with rage.

“If it weren’t for your meddling, Kingston would already be mine—not handed over

to my unworthy sister like some charity prize. By now, I’d be building the Kingston empire in my own image!”

He shoved Alex aside and stormed off toward the restroom, his footsteps thundering down the marble hallway, fists clenched, fury seething in every step.

Inside the marble-lined restroom, Charles’s rage erupted uncontrollably. He glared at his reflection, face twisted in bitterness and hatred.

“You worthless bastard! Even a lowly boy toy like you dares to look down on me!”

His voice cracked with fury as he hurled a small porcelain pot violently at the mirror, shattering it into jagged fragments.

Glass rained down, sparkling ominously on the pristine tiles. “I am Charles Kingston-the rightful prince of the Kingston dynasty!”

“How dare you mock me!” His roar reverberated off the cold, indifferent walls.

Enraged, he kicked open the restroom stall doors, the splintered wood groaning in

agony.

“Everyone thinks they can humiliate me now! I was destined to be governor-just like my father!”

“I deserve everything!” His foot collided mercilessly with the porcelain toilet, cracking it severely. Water gushed onto the immaculate floor, mingling with his

fury.

“A million dollars a month? Are you mocking me? Do you think I’m some beggar to appease with scraps?”

His voice trembled with indignation, lips curled into a bitter snarl.

“Even Bella gets two million a month and her own damn businesses. Meanwhile,

I’m reduced to nothing, tossed crumbs to amuse myself! How dare they insult my pride with such a pathetic allowance!”

“One watch, and my pockets run dry-how humiliating is my miserable existence! Is there anyone more wretched, more pitiable than I am?”

He raged again, savagely smashing his fists against another mirror. “How dare they subject me to this indignity-I am the eldest son of the Kingston family! Why must they torture me so cruelly?”

He rampaged through the restroom, destroying everything in his path until the entire room resembled a battlefield of broken glass and shattered porcelain. Outside, helpless staff nervously held back curious onlookers from entering the chaotic scene unfolding within.