Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 496

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 496

The woman already knew Alex had arrived on a bicycle.

Everyone did.

He was probably the only man in the entire city still using one—especially now, in an age of airborne rides and whisper-quiet electric cruisers.

But a commission was still money on the table, and she wasn’t about to let it slip. Better to take a chance than walk away empty-handed.

The world was full of strange millionaires—eccentric people who never looked the part. For all she knew, he could’ve been one of them.

“This is the barcode,” she said, steadying her voice. “Scan it, transfer the funds, and everything is yours.”

Alex lifted his wrist. His bracelet glowed.

He scanned the code.

A soft chime.

Then—ten million dollars, clean and unquestionable—shot out of his account in a single breath.

The bracelet vibrated as the system confirmed ownership.

The bond sealed.

And the next second, the entire showroom exploded into chaos.

Sirens blared. Lights cascaded across the hall.

A massive holographic screen burst to life above them, visible from every booth.

“CONGRATULATIONS TO THE NEW WINCHESTER OWNER OF THE VÖXEN SERAPHINA—THE ONE AND ONLY MODEL IN THE CITY!”

The words thundered through the building like a festival announcement.

VÖXEN staff poured into the hall, forming a perfect line beside the Seraphina.

Their uniforms caught the lights as they waited—ready to clap, ready to cheer, ready to celebrate the man who had just bought a car worth more than entire buildings in Winchester.

Across the showroom, staff and visitors froze. You didn’t see someone casually buy a ten-million-dollar vehicle every day.

Not here. Not anywhere.

The Arcturus Regional Manager stared from the next booth—mouth half open, eyes wide.

Everyone from Arcturus—the ones who mocked Alex, dismissed him, called him a “broke gardener”—stood paralyzed.

They saw everything.

Alex, the man they swore couldn’t afford a tire, had just bought the VÖXEN Seraphina.

The saleswoman stood frozen, hands trembling as reality sank in.

She stared at Alex—really stared—not seeing the man on a bicycle anymore, but someone suddenly sharp, magnetic, dangerously radiant under the showroom lights.

“You… you know what you just did, right?” she whispered. “Ten million… for that car? People die for less.”

Alex didn’t turn. “It’s mine. That’s all that matters.”

She hurried to his side, nearly shaking with excitement.

“Sir! Sir! Do you have any comments about becoming the new Seraphina owner?”

“Comments?” Alex echoed. “Sure.”

“Great!” she beamed. “Let me guess—you’ve dreamed of this moment your whole life?”

“Not really.”

She blinked. “Oh… then it’s a symbol of your success?”

“Nope.”

“Your ambition?”

“No.”

“Your lifelong passion for luxury vehicles?”

Alex finally turned toward her, calm and almost bored.

“Honestly? I bought it because your competitor—Arcturus’ team—insulted my bicycle.”

She froze mid-step.

“…That’s it?”

Alex hummed. “Well… partly.”

He leaned in just a little, voice dropping into a smooth, dangerous murmur.

“I was also thinking about buying the entire Arcturus company—just so I could fire them myself. With style.”

Her jaw dropped.

“But that sounded like too much work,” Alex added with a shrug. “So yeah… I bought this big toy instead.”

He walked toward the car as VÖXEN staff erupted into applause. Flower petals drifted from the ceiling, trailing behind him like a coronation.

The Seraphina lifted half a meter off the ground—its engine a whisper, its body gliding like a living sculpture.

Alex stepped inside.

The interior stunned him—sleek, impossible, crafted to perfection. Every surface shimmered. Every detail radiated luxury. The Seraphina wasn’t just a car.

It was a throne.

As he drifted past the Arcturus booth, he lowered the window.

Alex flashed them his sharpest smile—cool, dangerous, unforgettable.

“I bought this ten-million-dollar toy in cash,” he said, voice smooth and razor-edged. “And she didn’t even ask if I needed credit… or why I rode a bicycle. That’s what a real salesperson does.”

He let the words hang—sweet, sharp, humiliating.

Then, with a casual shrug:

“Shame, really. I was minutes away from buying twenty Arcturus models as gifts for my people.

But you turned me away.

You refused the sale.”

Alex smiled—calm, sharp, almost lethal—and drifted off in the levitating Seraphina, leaving the Arcturus Manager and his team stunned and speechless.

The salespeople who mocked him stood in disbelief.

Arthur, the Regional Manager, spun toward them, fury burning in his eyes.

“Do you fools realize what you’ve done?” he hissed.

One brave soul lifted a hand. “Manager… maybe it wasn’t that bad—”

“Not that bad?” Arthur snapped. “He bought a Seraphina! A TEN-MILLION-DOLLAR SERAPHINA!”

“We know—”

“AND HE SAID HE WANTED TWENTY OF OURS!”

Silence.

One of them cleared his throat.

“Sir… in our defense… he came on a bicycle.”

Arthur stared at him like the man had grown a second head.

“You absolute idiots,” he growled. “That wasn’t a bicycle. That was the red flag of destiny. A gigantic, screaming sign—”

His voice cracked through the showroom.

“HR. Now.”

Cold. Sharp. Final.

“All of you are fired. Every last one.”

A salesman whispered, trembling, “But sir… it’s just one customer…”

Arthur whipped around, eyes blazing.

“One customer? That ‘one customer’ bought the Seraphina like he was buying gum, and you treated him like street trash.”

Another stepped forward, desperate.

“We misjudged him, okay? We didn’t know who he was—”

“That’s the point,” Arthur cut in, voice shaking with rage. “Professionals don’t need to know. Respect shouldn’t have a price tag.”

They fell silent.

Someone murmured, “Manager… do you hate us that much?”

Arthur’s voice dropped—quieter, darker.

“No. I hate what you turned me into. I’ve defended this team for years. Today, you proved I was defending rot.”

“Manager… please—” one tried.

“Get out of my sight!” Arthur snapped. “Now!”

Silence. Shock.

The entire Arcturus team stood pale and frozen.

The man they mocked—the guy on a bicycle—turned out to be so rich he could drop ten million without blinking.

He even wanted to buy twenty Arcturus cars. Two hundred thousand each. Four million total.

Money he clearly had.

But they threw him out.

Five of the fired executives cursed themselves as they packed their things.

Not only had they lost the biggest commission of their lives—they’d lost their jobs in the same breath.

If they could rewrite the last hour, they would never have judged anyone—especially not a man like Alex.

Meanwhile, Alex guided the VÖXEN Seraphina onto the sky road.

Vehicles slowed beside him, staring at the floating masterpiece gliding through the air.

Alex slapped his forehead.

Not because of the price. He didn’t care about that.

But because he had no idea how to explain this to Sofina.

What was he supposed to say?

That ten million dollars fell from the sky?

That someone paid an old family debt out of nowhere?

It all sounded insane.