Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 504

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 504

“Oh—yes, the VÖXEN Seraphine hidden under first-generation camouflage,” Alex said with a bright, almost playful smile. “I called the previous owner to clear things up.”

“And…?” Renata leaned in.

“Turns out,” Alex said, holding back a laugh, “the guy was obsessed with the VÖXEN Seraphine. It was his absolute dream car. But his wife hated the idea—said it was a waste of money, that he should’ve bought her gold or jewelry instead of some overpriced machine.” He paused, amused. “He wanted it so badly that he bought it behind her back. He knew she’d explode if she found out how much he spent, so he activated camouflage mode and disguised it as a first-generation VÖXEN. His wife never suspected a thing.”

“And…?” Sofina pressed.

“One day they had a massive fight. His wife, furious, sold the ‘first-generation VÖXEN’ for dirt cheap. And I just happened to be the one who bought it for eighty thousand.”

“Damn,” Renata muttered. “You’re insanely lucky.”

“Alex,” Sofina said, concern creeping into her voice, “this VÖXEN Seraphine is worth ten million dollars. We have to return it.”

“I tried,” Alex replied casually. “But he told me to keep it. His wife is still furious. If she finds out he bought the real Seraphine, he might actually die. So I’m helping him by holding onto the car.”

Sofina stared at him, speechless.

Alex shrugged lightly. “Can we just say, ‘Thank you, True Source, for this blessed stroke of luck’?”

“True Source?” Renata raised an eyebrow.

“The Almighty. The Creator—the one who created all of us,” Alex explained.

Renata burst out laughing. “You’re ridiculous. We came from a random cosmic big bang. No one created us. Humans are the highest species—there’s no creator watching over us.”

Sofina glanced at Alex, her voice soft. “You’re a romantic. I’ll ask you about that later.”

“Oh please, enough with the imagination,” Renata groaned. “Sofina, just keep the VÖXEN Seraphine. If you don’t want it, give it to me. Or sell it—I’ll pay eighty thousand. You’d still make a profit.”

Sofina’s eyes widened. “No. It’s Alex’s car.”

She grabbed Renata’s arm and steered her forward. “Come on—we’re here for the reunion.”

Alex watched them head inside, then let out a quiet sigh.

They didn’t believe in the True Source—the Creator, the Almighty—anything beyond themselves.

To them, faith was foolish, childish, nothing more than worshipping illusions born of human imagination.

This was Prussia. You were your own god, your own origin, your own destiny.

The world didn’t come from anyone—it “just appeared.”

Alex walked to his car, retrieved the gift box he had prepared for the reunion, and thought, Maybe one day… I’ll be the first spiritual leader this place has ever seen.

Inside the hall, banquet tables were already arranged.

Floating 3D banners shimmered above the small stage, celebrating the class reunion.

By tradition, everyone placed a gift on the long table. The gifts would later be auctioned, and the proceeds used to fund the next reunion.

Renata stepped up and set down her gift box.

Sofina followed, placing a small box on the table.

Then she turned to Alex. “Thanks for preparing the gift for the reunion.”

“What?” Alex froze.

The real reunion gift was still in his hand.

“Which gift?”

“You said there was a gift in the car,” Sofina said, confused. “So I took the one on the dashboard.”

“Oh—we miscommunicated,” Alex said, panic rising as realization hit. “The one on the dashboard was especially for you. The reunion gift was in the back of the car. The one in my hand is the actual reunion gift.”

Sofina’s eyes widened. “Oh no—I put the wrong one on the table.”

She grabbed the box from Alex’s hand and hurried back toward the gift table to retrieve the one she’d mistakenly placed there.

But before she could reach it, Belinda—one of the reunion staff and a former classmate who had despised Sofina since university—stepped in front of her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Belinda demanded. “You can’t take back a gift once it’s on the table. It has to go through the auction.”

“It was a mistake,” Sofina said quickly. “The gift I put there was from my husband to me. This one is the real reunion gift. I just need to switch them.”

Belinda folded her arms, clearly enjoying herself. “Sorry. Once a gift is on the table, it can only be retrieved during the auction. If you want it back, make sure you bring enough money to buy it.”

“Belinda, please,” Sofina said quietly.

“No.”

Belinda flicked her hand dismissively, a smirk curling her lips. “Make sure you participate in the auction like everyone else if you want to win your own gift back.”

Then she snatched the box from Sofina’s hands.

“You said this was for the reunion, so I’ll help you put it on the table myself.”

“What?” Sofina stared at her, stunned. “Belinda, please. That gift wasn’t for the reunion. Give it back.”

“Oh, I know,” Belinda said smoothly. “I heard you. It was for you. How sweet.” Her smile sharpened. “But you put it on the table. And once it’s there, it belongs to all of us.”

Sofina’s cheeks burned. “I didn’t think you’d ever sink this low.”

“Really?” Belinda’s voice dripped with venom. “You, of all people, should know exactly how low I can go.”

“Belinda…” Sofina whispered. “We’re adults now. Why are you still doing this?”

Belinda leaned closer, her breath cold, her words soft and poisonous. “Because no matter how many years pass, it’s still fun watching you beg.”

She straightened and flashed a wide, satisfied smile.

The greatest demons don’t roar. They smile.

“Sofina,” Alex called calmly. “Is there a problem?”

“Alex…” Sofina turned to him, shaken. “She won’t return the gift.”

“Don’t worry,” Alex said, his voice low and steady. “I’ll make sure we get it back. At any cost.”

“Are you sure?” Belinda asked, her tone sharp and mocking. “Because I’ll make sure Ragnar hears about this—and that you never get it back. Not unless you’re ready to pay a very high price.”