Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 537

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 537

Alex’s foot snapped forward in a brutal arc, slamming straight into Kaltmann’s chest.

The old man was launched backward. Blood sprayed from his mouth as his body skidded across the floor.

“How dare you,” Alex said coldly as he stepped forward, “as an advisor, criticize a decision made by Miss Silberkreuz.”

He looked down at Kaltmann like a judge delivering a sentence.

“Who do you think you are?” Alex continued. “You think you can control your own boss?”

“This kick,” he added evenly, “was sent by Miss Silberkreuz—to remind you of your place. And to make sure you never mislead her again.”

Kaltmann wiped the blood from his lips, hatred blazing in his eyes as he glared at Alex Saint-Claire.

Leonora hesitated. She still hadn’t made a bid—and it was because of Alex.

Kaltmann’s voice scraped out, hoarse and strained. “You’re the one who lied to Miss Silberkreuz,” he snarled. “You’re the reason she lost a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

Alex laughed—a short, sharp sound dripping with contempt.

“What kind of bullshit opportunity are you talking about?” he snapped. “That thing is nothing but a money pit. A guaranteed loss. Anyone who buys it is dumping cash straight into a grave.”

Kaltmann clenched his teeth and forced himself upright, legs trembling. He smoothed his robe, struggling to reclaim his authority.

“Very well,” he said, forcing a smile. “Since Mr. Saint-Claire insists this book is worthless, I’d love to hear how he reached that conclusion.”

He spread his hands toward Alex.

“Go on,” Kaltmann shouted. “Show us what you’ve got. Or is all you’re good at beating people who disagree with you, you bastard?”

Inside, he was confident.

If Alex hesitated—if he bluffed even once—Leonora would see through him. The moment that happened, she would bid without a second thought.

Murmurs rippled through the crowd.

“He’s just a useless brat,” someone scoffed. “What could he possibly know?”

“Exactly,” another sneered. “Who gave him the right to talk so big?”

“If you’re not serious,” someone shouted impatiently, “stop wasting everyone’s time!”

Insults poured in from all sides.

Alex didn’t react.

He simply looked at Kaltmann, calm—almost amused.

“Are you sure,” Alex asked slowly, “that you want me to explain?”

“Of course!” Kaltmann laughed. “Speak freely. I’d love to see how con artists like you twist the truth.”

Alex shrugged, relaxed and casual.

“I wasn’t planning to expose anyone today,” he said. “But since you’re insisting… it would be rude to stay quiet.”

“Expose?” Leon Zhao finally spoke.

“So you’re saying,” he said evenly, “that all of us missed something?”

Alex glanced at him and let out a soft, cutting laugh.

“Out of everyone here,” he said calmly, “you’re the dumbest one.”

Leon’s face twisted with rage as he shot to his feet. “Are you looking to die, you little bastard?!”

Alex didn’t flinch.

“The book is real,” he said evenly. “Don’t get that wrong. But it’s royal-family cultivation.”

The room went dead silent.

“That means only people with royal blood can cultivate it,” Alex continued. “Not just anyone from Xia—royal Xia blood. A lineage guarded tighter than a throne.”

His cold gaze swept across the room.

“I don’t see a single person here with that blood. Especially not any Prussian.”

Kaltmann’s face darkened. “Bullshit,” he snarled. “Cultivation manuals can be learned by anyone!”

Alex sneered. “Then explain this.”

He turned to the red-haired owner.

“Why did you never learn it,” Alex asked slowly, “even though you’ve had it for decades?”

The red-haired man panicked. “I—I don’t have the aptitude! That’s why I’m selling it! I hoped someone else could cultivate it!”

Alex burst out laughing.

“I’ll bet you this,” he said sharply. “By the third or fourth page, there’s a warning. It says the cultivation is useless outside the royal family.”

The red-haired man froze. Color drained from his face.

“T-there’s no page like that,” he stammered.

Alex’s smile vanished. His eyes turned icy.

“Then that means you tore it out.”

“You filthy brat!” the red-haired man screamed. “How dare you spread such disgusting lies!”

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

Before anyone else could speak, Maximilian’s expression hardened. His gaze locked onto the red-haired man like a blade.

“Then let’s settle this properly,” Maximilian said coldly. “Open page three and page four.”

The red-haired man began sweating uncontrollably.

“O-open them?” he stuttered. “Didn’t I already say this book can’t be opened unless someone intends to buy it? This brat is lying! Why are you all falling for his nonsense?!”

Silence filled the room.

Then Leonora stood.

“I want you to open page three and page four,” she said firmly. “If there’s nothing there—nothing matching what Alex said—I’ll buy this book for five hundred million.”

Her eyes locked onto the red-haired man.

Unblinking. Unyielding.

“Opening three or four pages out of a hundred isn’t an issue,” Maximilian said. “Buyers understand that.”

His gaze turned cold.

“But if he’s right,” Maximilian continued, “then you’re selling us a worthless book. And you’ll owe everyone here a very clear explanation.”

The red-haired man was unraveling.

Cold sweat streamed down his face. His hands trembled. The noble families in front of him weren’t people you offended and walked away from.

He never should have agreed to this.

He’d only taken the risk because Kaltmann and Anton promised him an easy win.

Leonora Silberkreuz would attend.
Kaltmann would guide her decision.
Anton would drive up the price.

She would buy the book.

A useless piece of trash sold for an obscene price.

Easy money.

They’d split it cleanly.

But Alex destroyed everything.

Kaltmann and Anton had sworn they’d already killed this new appraiser. Who could’ve imagined he was still alive—standing here—tearing the scheme apart piece by piece?

Seeing the red-haired man frozen, Alex smirked.

Alex had never studied royal Xia cultivation manuals himself. But during his years ruling the underworld—surrounded by smugglers, refugees, and illegal immigrants—he’d learned enough.

One truth above all else:

Royal cultivation was bound by blood.

Without that bloodline, it was worthless.

“Well?” Alex said lightly. “What’s wrong? Feeling guilty? Why aren’t you defending yourself?”

The red-haired man’s face turned ghostly white.

“I—if you don’t want to buy it, then don’t,” he stammered. “No one’s forcing you. I won’t open it. Opening it will destroy its value.”

His voice cracked.

He grabbed the box, slammed it shut, and clutched it to his chest like a lifeline.

“I’m ending this,” he shouted. “This book is not for sale!”

Maximilian finally lost his patience.

“You think you can walk away just by canceling the sale?” he roared. “Let me make one thing clear—this is Winchester. And tonight, I am the host.”

He stepped forward, eyes blazing.

“It’s my responsibility to ensure everything sold here is legitimate. Do you have any idea who you’re standing in front of?” he snapped. “Everyone in this room holds real power—the kind that can turn your life into a living nightmare.”

His voice dropped, slow and lethal.

“They could dump you in a ditch by morning and forget you ever existed. So I suggest you tell the truth. Right now. Because if you don’t, you won’t even be able to save yourself.”

Leonora stood beside him, her expression cold and resolute.

“The Silberkreuz family has always been fair,” she said evenly. “And respected.”

Her gaze sharpened.

“But if anyone thinks they can scam us, we’ll show them exactly what that mistake costs. If we let you walk away, our reputation would be destroyed.”

Her words fell like a verdict.

The red-haired man’s legs nearly gave out.

Everyone knew the power behind the Silberkreuz name. If Leonora von Silberkreuz turned against him, he wouldn’t leave Winchester alive.

Panic consumed him.

He spun toward Anton and Kaltmann, desperation spilling out.

“Anton! Kaltmann!” he shouted. “Help me! This isn’t what we agreed on!”

Anton’s face twisted instantly.

“I don’t know you!” he yelled. “Don’t you dare drag me into your lies!”

Kaltmann rushed forward too, his face warped with fury.

“You bastard!” he snarled. “What are you saying? Trying to frame me for scamming the Silberkreuz family? I’ll kill you!”

In one smooth motion, Kaltmann pulled a gun from his pocket.

The red-haired man didn’t retreat. He glared straight at him, eyes burning.

“Fuck you!” he screamed. “You’re going to shoot me now, you backstabbing bastard?!”

The words poured out in a frantic rush.

“You were the one who said Miss Silberkreuz trusted your appraisal completely! You said this piece of shit would sell the moment you approved it!”

He suddenly hurled the box across the floor. It skidded and slammed to a stop at Alex’s feet.

Then he turned to the room, voice cracking, hands shaking.

“Everyone—I admit it!” he shouted. “This useless book belongs to Anton! I’m just a paid front pretending to own it!”

“They told me it would be easy!” he screamed. “They said Kaltmann has pulled this scam on Miss Leonora many times already!”

The hall exploded into chaos.

Kaltmann’s face twisted with murderous rage.

“How dare you lie—”

Bang!

A gunshot ripped through the room.