Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 514

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 514-

“The winner of the second competition final,” the commentator announced, his voice echoing through the arena, “Phantom, from the Bluthelm Company!”

The stadium exploded—not in cheers, but in fury.

“Boooo!”

The roar crashed like a tidal wave, loud and merciless. Thousands of voices merged into one, saturating the air with raw hatred.

Inside the reunion room, every head turned at once.

All eyes fixed on Tobias.

“How could you build something this deceptive?”

“This is illegal. It has to be.”

“You cheated.”

His classmates shouted over one another, their voices sharp with anger. Accusations flew like knives.

But Tobias barely heard them.

He was staring at Alex. And Sofina.

His throat tightened. His head buzzed.

“Explain this,” Tobias demanded.

Alex blinked, placing a hand over his chest as if genuinely shocked.

“Explain what?” he replied casually. “That I let a cleaning-service robot pilot your Phantom—and it still won the competition?”

A splitting headache slammed into Tobias, sudden and brutal.

Before he could respond, an egg-shaped robot glided smoothly across the floor and stopped in front of Sofina.

“Miss Sofina!” Eve chirped brightly. “Did you see that? I won first place!”

Sofina knelt and wrapped her arms around the small machine. “I saw, Eve,” she said warmly. “I’m so proud of you.”

Tobias stood frozen.

He didn’t know what he was supposed to feel.

Pride—because Phantom had taken first place?

Or despair—because admitting that meant admitting Bluthelm couldn’t win without a cleaning-service robot at the controls.

“Tobias,” Alex said calmly. “Care to step outside? Private conversation.”

Tobias looked up, a flicker of hope flashing in his eyes. “Are you here to give me the eight million dollars?”

Alex laughed. “Nope. Phantom ranked first. That means you get nothing.”

The hope vanished instantly.

“But,” Alex continued with a smile, “someone wants to meet you. Someone with so much money you’ll never need to work another day in your life. Your only problem will be deciding how to waste it.”

Before Tobias could ask anything, Alex grabbed his arm and pulled him into the hallway.

They passed through a restricted corridor, then another secured door. Alex stopped in front of a quiet room and shoved Tobias inside.

“My boss wants to talk to you,” Alex said simply.

The door closed behind him.

Alex didn’t follow. His footsteps faded away.

Ragnar’s communicator buzzed.

He answered, and his father’s voice detonated through the line.

“You bastard,” Duke Eisenwall snarled. “You’ve disgraced the Eisenwall name. How could Alpha kneel before that tiny Bluthelm toy?”

His words cut like a blade. “Did you betray us? Did you sell Alpha to Bluthelm?”

“No!” Ragnar shouted, panic breaking through his anger. “Believe me—I don’t know how this happened!”

“Listen carefully,” his father said, cold and merciless. “If Alpha does not win this year, I will seriously reconsider your position as my heir.”

Ragnar stiffened. Sweat broke out across his back.

“Father,” he said quickly, forcing his voice steady, “Alpha already won the first competition. If it wins the third, Eisenwall still takes the tournament. I swear it will win. Please believe me.”

There was a long, icy pause.

“You’d better be right,” his father said.

The call ended.

Ragnar stood there, shaking with rage. He kicked the table hard. It skidded across the floor with a violent crash.

“Where the fuck did Tobias go?” he screamed.

Meanwhile, Tobias took in the room—elegant, pristine, and suffocatingly silent.

Only one woman sat inside.

Countess Marlena von Adler.

“Welcome, Tobias Bluthelm,” the Countess said smoothly. “I apologize for having my people bring you here in secret.”

“Countess Marlena…” Tobias froze. His mind went blank. He had never imagined someone of her rank would meet him face to face.

“I’ll be direct,” Marlena said calmly. “Sell your Bluthelm Mobile Suit Company to Eden Group.”

“What?” Tobias blurted out.

“You know Bluthelm can’t survive without funding,” Marlena continued, her tone cold and precise. “So this is our offer.”

She opened a three-dimensional bracelet document. A holographic contract unfolded in the air between them. She slid it toward him. “Please. Review it.”

Tobias accepted it with his bracelet, his hands trembling.

As his eyes scanned the figures, his breath caught.

“A… a billion dollars?” he asked, disbelief flooding his voice.

It made no sense.

At best, Bluthelm might someday be worth four hundred million—and even that was optimistic. Eisenwall had already made its stance clear: forty million for the entire company, and that was before brutal cuts and devaluation.

And now Eden Group was offering one billion.

“Yes,” Marlena said evenly. “And you will remain CEO. Outsiders don’t need to understand the internal structure. Bluthelm will still be Bluthelm. Operations will continue without disruption. What do you think?”

Tobias swallowed hard, his heart pounding. “Can you give me time to think?”

“Fair,” Marlena replied. “But not much.” She checked the time. “The third competition starts in one hour. This offer expires before it begins.”

Tobias stood abruptly and rushed out of the room, pulling out his phone as he walked. He needed to call his mother. Now.

Moments later, Alex entered the room and faced Marlena.

“Boss,” Marlena said quietly, “are you sure you want to buy Bluthelm? It’s extremely overpriced.”

Alex didn’t hesitate. “We can’t start a mobile suit company from scratch. The king would never approve the license.”

He studied the holographic contract, his gaze sharp.

“The only way Eden Group enters mobile suit production,” Alex continued, “is through Bluthelm’s existing permit. That authorization is priceless.”

Alex looked out the window, his expression distant and calculating.

He knew Estoria well. He knew its people. He knew the governess had already made up her mind—war with Prussia was no longer a question of if, only when.

If Estoria obtained this mobile suit technology, the balance of power would shift.

The odds of winning that war would skyrocket.

“How much did we make from the second betting round?” Alex asked calmly.

Marlena’s smile widened.