Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 522

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 522

Here’s a revised version that enhances clarity and flow in contemporary American-style language while preserving the professional tone, emotional intensity, and original meaning—without adding any new content:

The next morning, Sofina woke early and got ready for work.

Alex was already in the kitchen. Breakfast had been carefully packed into a food container, ready for her to take to the office. He wiped his hands, walked over, pressed the box into her palm—and then gently placed a car key on top of it.

“Drive to the office today,” he said evenly. “And from now on. Always.”

Sofina hesitated. She glanced down at the key, then back up at him. “It’s your car. Are you sure I can use it?”

“I didn’t buy it for myself,” Alex replied. “If you’re not driving it, the car has no meaning.”

She paused, then nodded. Taking the key, she leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. Her gaze lingered on his face, warm and affectionate. “Thank you.”

Pauline, still eating breakfast, squinted at the car keys in Sofina’s hand.

“So let me get this straight,” she said. “You wake up, make breakfast, hand over a car like it’s candy, and act all mysterious about it?”

Alex nodded calmly. “That’s correct.”

Pauline crossed her arms. “Are you some kind of secret billionaire?”

“No.”

“A criminal mastermind?”

“No.”

“A cult leader with really good manners?”

Alex paused. “Still no.”

Pauline scoffed. “Then what are you?”

Alex met her gaze. “Someone who hates walking.”

Pauline stared at him for two full seconds, then turned to Sofina. “Cool. If he ever hands you a spaceship, we’re moving.”

“Maybe,” Sofina laughed.

“Sis,” Pauline added casually, “can you drive me to school?”

“Sure,” Sofina replied easily. “It’s on the way.”

Pauline turned and walked off. Just before closing the door, she glanced back at Alex.

Their eyes met for half a second. His face—calm, handsome, unreadable—caught her completely off guard. Heat rushed to her cheeks.

“You’re ugly!” she snapped, flustered, and slammed the door shut.

“Whatever,” Alex said flatly. “I wasn’t born to make you happy.”

Another door opened.

Felicia stepped out of her bedroom, hands on her hips. “Alex Saint-Claire,” she said, narrowing her eyes, “you didn’t forget you’re buying me a car today, did you?”

“Of course not!” Alex answered instantly. “I’ll go right now. Just wait at home. I’ll drive it back myself.”

Felicia’s face lit up. She grinned from ear to ear. “Good. A VÖXEN, sixth generation. You promised. Don’t come back with the wrong car.”

Alex laughed, amused. “I still remember the VÖXEN second generation. If you want the sixth, I’ll need another ten years to save.”

Felicia’s smile vanished.

She slammed the door.

Alex didn’t react. He went downstairs, pulled out his bicycle, and rode toward the largest auto shop in all of Winchester.

The moment he arrived and parked his bike, heads snapped in his direction.

Inside the Arcturus showroom, the sales staff recognized him instantly.

“Holy shit,” one of them whispered. “That’s the bicycle guy. The one who bought the VÖXEN Seraphine.”

“Damn it,” another hissed through clenched teeth. “I heard last time he almost bought the top-spec Arcturus A8. This time, I’m not letting him walk away.”

“Move!”

In an instant, a crowd of Arcturus salesmen rushed out—but they were too late. Other sales teams had already surrounded Alex, desperate not to lose their chance.

Alex stood there, calm and silent, as the showroom erupted around him.

“Sir! Please take a look at our newest top-spec Arcturus A8!”

“Sir! Our latest model just launched—stronger engine, better performance than the A8!”

Alex raised an eyebrow, mildly amused. “Really? Is it that good?”

Before anyone else could answer, the VÖXEN sales team burst from their booth like dogs off a leash.

“They’re all lying!” one of them shouted. “None of these cars compare to VÖXEN!”

They rushed to Alex’s side and bowed deeply. “Sir, they’re deceiving you. VÖXEN is the finest car in all of Prussia.”

Several VÖXEN salespeople formed a human wall, blocking the others. Their manager stepped forward, eyes sharp, voice cold.

“All of you—especially you Arcturus losers—what do you think you’re doing?” he barked. “Trying to steal our customer? Can’t you see he doesn’t want to hear you talk? Move. Now. Block him again, and I’ll call security.”

The Arcturus team clenched their jaws. So did the others. But no one dared argue. One by one, they backed away, frustration written all over their faces.

Once the area cleared, the VÖXEN showroom manager personally stepped forward.

“Good morning, Mr. Saint-Claire. Please, sir—this way. We’ll provide our highest level of service.”

He gestured respectfully toward his office.

After closing the door, he asked professionally, “Are you here to purchase another vehicle today?”

Alex nodded. “Do you have the VÖXEN Seraphine?”

The manager froze. His eyes widened. “You… just bought one.”

“Yes,” Alex said calmly. “My wife fell in love with it. And honestly, so did I—especially the camouflage mode.”

A faint smile curved his lips. “That feature alone is worth admiring.”

The manager took a careful breath. “Sir, the VÖXEN Seraphine is a limited edition. Only ten units were ever produced. The one you purchased was the last.”

Alex exhaled quietly. “That’s unfortunate.”

“But,” the manager said, lowering his voice and leaning closer, “there is another car. A truly extreme limited edition. Only one has ever been created in all of Prussia.”

Alex looked at him. “Go on.”

The manager whispered reverently, “It was commissioned for the late King of Prussia himself. Ten years were spent creating it. But before delivery, the King died suddenly. The new king has no interest in cars. So it’s remained with us—untouched.”

Alex’s eyes narrowed. “Is it good?”

The manager smiled faintly, confident. “It’s the finest piece of Prussian technology ever built. Designed to royal specifications—at least ten times superior to the VÖXEN Seraphine.”

He continued evenly. “The Seraphine was never meant to be the peak. It was developed by copying this car—simplified and made for the public. What we have here is the original.”

“It’s more advanced than anything on the market,” the manager said calmly. “Self-repair systems, a miniature nuclear power source, reinforcement far beyond standard limits. In practical terms—it’s unbreakable.”

An unbreakable car.

Alex didn’t hesitate. “I want it. That car suits me.”

The manager’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest.

Headquarters had ordered the car sold long ago, but its staggering price scared everyone away. No one even dared ask—until Alex Saint-Claire walked in on a bicycle and claimed it without hesitation.

The manager swallowed hard. “Sir… the price is three hundred million dollars.”

Alex waved a hand. “I’ve already made the payment.”

Just like that.

The manager’s hands trembled. “Immediately?”

Alex glanced up, mildly bored. “Was there a reason to wait?”

He spoke as if the number meant nothing—because it didn’t. At that moment, Alex Saint-Claire was the richest man in all of Prussia.

The manager exhaled slowly. “Most men hesitate. Even kings.”

“Kings worry about legacy,” Alex replied flatly. “I worry about efficiency.”

“Thank you, sir. This car truly found its owner.” The manager was nearly shaking with excitement. Yesterday, a VÖXEN Seraphine. Today, a one-of-a-kind royal masterpiece. In his entire career, he had never met a customer this decisive—or this generous.

“Sir,” the manager continued, regaining composure, “delivery will take time. Due to its status, the vehicle is transported in complete secrecy. Would you like your name announced publicly, or kept confidential?”

“No,” Alex said. “Keep it secret.”

The manager smiled, deeply satisfied.

“Oh,” Alex added casually, “do you still have a VÖXEN second generation? Second-hand is fine. I just want to give it to someone. It’s not important.”

“A VÖXEN second generation?” The manager beamed. “Sir, I’ll give it to you for free—as a bonus.”

Alex laughed. “That’s generous. No one refuses a free car.”

The manager nodded eagerly. “Please wait a few minutes. That model is outdated and kept in storage. I’ll have my staff retrieve it immediately.”

Alex sat in the office. The glass walls were one-way—he could see out, but no one could see in.

That was when he noticed someone familiar.

Matthias von Sturmfels.

Renata’s boyfriend.

The same Matthias Sofina once described as conservative and loyal.

Alex’s eyes narrowed.

A barely dressed woman—so exposed it made you wonder why she bothered wearing clothes at all—clung to Matthias’s arm, pressing close. Her voice was soft, intimate. Too intimate. She laughed lightly, fingers brushing his sleeve, calling him “dear” as if it were second nature.

Alex frowned.

Is this bastard cheating on Renata?

Renata had given everything to that man—her trust, her future, even her savings. Sofina had said they were working hard together, trying to build something real, something worthy of her father’s approval.

But what Alex saw wasn’t hard work.

It was betrayal.

The woman tilted her head, lips curled into a teasing smile, eyes filled with desire. “I heard your little money-printing girl drives a VÖXEN sixth generation,” she purred. “I want one too.”

Matthias laughed easily, without shame. “Don’t worry,” he said. “She left more than enough money. You can buy a new one.”

Alex’s gaze turned icy.

So this was the man Renata trusted.

The manager returned, cheerful. “Sir, the second-generation car will be—”

“Wait,” Alex said.

The manager froze.

Alex’s eyes stayed locked on Matthias. “Do you know that man?”

The manager followed his gaze. “Ah… Mr. von Sturmfels. Respectable background. Devoted, they say.”

Alex’s jaw tightened. “They always say that.”

The woman laughed again, her fingers sliding along Matthias’s sleeve.

Alex’s voice dropped, cold and precise. “He just spent a woman’s future like pocket change.”

The manager stiffened. “Sir…?”

Alex stood. “Some cars are indestructible,” he said calmly. “Some people aren’t.”