Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 283

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 283

An hour had crept by, and Alex was scribbling patient records in the fading amber glow, preparing to shutter the clinic doors when the sudden thundering of heavy boots announced trouble.

Florence and Jack stormed back inside, their pack of thugs swaggering arrogantly behind.

“You bastard!” Florence shrieked venomously, brandishing a fist in his direction. “How dare you cheat us with fake goods?”

Alex released a weary sigh, his gaze fixed indifferently upon the paperwork.

“That was genuine ginseng. Why would I bother deceiving small-timers like you?”

“Who cares about your worthless ginseng?” Jack roared furiously.

“We want the main ingredient for the Emerald Elixir!”

“That ginseng,” Alex drawled slowly, his tone dripping mockery, “is indeed part of

the Emerald Elixir. Didn’t anyone teach you morons anything?”

“You lying snake!” Florence snapped viciously, her eyes blazing with fury.

“The Emerald Elixir contains about fifty herbs,” Alex sneered contemptuously, finally lifting his cold, piercing gaze to meet hers.

“Why don’t you enlighten me exactly which herb your greedy, pea-sized brains are desperate for?”

Jack exchanged a dumbstruck glance with his mother, their ignorance painfully evident.

Then a distant memory sparked clarity in Jack’s dim eyes. “Mother, remember the rare herb Clara wanted to buy-the one we lost all our cash fighting over?”

Florence’s eyes widened sharply, her voice thick with bitter resentment.

“The Verdantheart Root. How could I forget losing my fortune to that damned plant?”

“Exactly! The Emerald Verdantheart Root! That’s what Alex is hiding!”

Alex merely shook his head, chuckling darkly. “Even idiots strike gold occasionally, huh?”

Florence lunged forward, finger jabbing imperiously at Alex.

“Hand over that Verdantheart Root, you thief! We helped you secure it last time. You owe us!”

“Impossible,” Alex’s voice hardened instantly, authority radiating from every syllable.

“That herb belongs to the Kingston family.”

“I don’t give a damn who it belongs to!” Florence shouted fiercely, her voice shaking with reckless entitlement.

“You’re handing it over, right now!”

Jack smirked cruelly. “Exactly! If the Kingstons have it, then we deserve it too.

Hand it over, Alex, and maybe we’ll forgive your deceit.”

Alex rose from his chair, his voice cold as forged steel.

“I’ve made myself clear. If you’re here to waste my time, get out!”

“Bullshit!” Jack’s face twisted menacingly. “If you don’t give it to us willingly, don’t blame us for doing things the hard way!”

Jack stepped forward, flanked by six hulking thugs he had paid handsomely to intimidate Alex.

The men loomed behind him like a wall of muscle, each one broad-shouldered and menacing, their expressions carved from stone.

Josephine bravely stepped forward, trembling yet resolute, placing herself protectively in front of Alex.

“Enough! You unreasonable fools, Alex already said no. Leave now, or I swear I’ll call the police!”

Alex glanced at Josephine, admiration softening his fierce features.

This courageous woman was always ready to risk herself for others.

Jack spat venomously, his words dripping poison. “Who’s this meddling bitch? Move, or I’ll make you regret it!”

In blind rage, Jack swung violently at Josephine, but she swiftly dodged his clumsy assault, her foot sharply striking between Jack’s legs with ruthless precision. fo

Jack collapsed instantly, howling in agony as humiliation seared through him.

“You wretched bitch! How dare you kick my son!” Florence shrieked, her voice cracking with fury.

“What if I can’t have grandchildren because of this, huh? Will you take responsibility?”

She lunged like a madwoman,

swinging her designer handbag straight at Josephine’s face with the full force of maternal outrage and aristocratic entitlement.

Josephine dodged gracefully, her movements sharp and precise as a fighter in the

ring.

In a swift, brutal counterstrike, her fist smashed into Florence’s nose with a

sickening crunch, sending blood spurting wildly.

“What are you worthless idiots waiting for? Destroy her!” Florence wailed desperately, blood streaming down her chin

Six thugs advanced menacingly, their leers sinister.

“You should’ve stayed out of this, little girl. Kneel now, and perhaps we’ll show mercy after we’ve had our fun with you.”

Alex’s eyes darkened dangerously, fury simmering just beneath his calm façade.

“Enough! You filthy animals have three seconds to get out form this place-or suffer the consequences.”

One of the thugs sneered with smug contempt, swaggering forward like he owned the street.

“Who the hell are you supposed to be, kid?” he spat, eyes narrowing with mockery.

“You want me to mess you up too, pretty boy? I’ll break that smug face without blinking-”

His words choked off as Alex’s foot

exploded into his abdomen, hurling

him backward. He crashed onto the outside ground, writhing and

moaning pathetically.

Stunned for only a moment, the other thugs surged forward, shrieking furiously.

“You arrogant bastard! We’ll tear you apart!”

Alex erupted in savage violence, a storm of kicks and punches, each strike thunderous.

Bodies flew helplessly through the air, thudding heavily onto the street outside. Their screams echoed like pathetic wails in the dusk.

It wasn’t long before Jack and Florence were also thrown out of the clinic by a blazing Josephine.

“All of you get out! And don’t you ever come back!” she shouted, her voice echoing like a final verdict.

With that, she slammed the clinic door shut and locked it with a sharp click, sealing the chaos outside like it was trash being taken out.

Jack watched, utterly livid. He kicked one of the fallen thugs in bitter disgust.

“Pathetic idiots! I promised you a fortune, and you fail me like this? I won’t pay a dime to worthless trash!”

The thug, seething in pain and anger, suddenly lashed out violently, smashing Jack’s face brutally.

“Think you can cheat us, you spoiled brat? Pay or bleed!”

Florence shrieked hysterically, rushing to defend her son. “How dare you attack my Jack?”

“Shut up, hag!” Another thug snarled, striking Florence so fiercely she tumbled onto the pavement, head cracking painfully against the car door.

Florence sprawled pitifully, sobbing loudly in bitter despair.

“Filthy scum!” Florence wailed miserably, sprawled on the ground, bloodied and humiliated. “This isn’t right! How could you betray us?”

The thugs circled menacingly, malicious smiles carved into their brutal faces. “Pay up now, or your suffering has only just begun.”