The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 359

“Fuck you, Alex!” Gilbert spat, blood dripping down his battered face.

“You're just some washed-up military brat who's a bit stronger than average. Do you think I’m afraid of you?”

“You should be,” Alex growled, stepping closer, eyes locked like steel traps.

Gilbert sneered, arrogance masking his fear.

“I have enough money to bury you alive. I'll pay anyone to slit your throat, and once you're gone, I'll finish Sophia and wipe out her whole family too.”

Alex smiled coldly.

“Money?” He raised an eyebrow. “Go ahead—try to move a single cent from your accounts. If you can, I'll walk right out of here.”

Gilbert and Norman frantically scrambled to access his online banking, desperate for a lifeline.

His fingers shook violently as he tapped the screen, praying for salvation.

But the moment he saw every account frozen solid, his heart sank into an abyss.

“Impossible,” Norman whispered, eyes wide with terror. “Everything’s blocked. All of our money... it’s frozen.”

Gilbert’s expression shifted from shock to hysterical laughter.

“You’re dead, Alex! You have no clue whose cash you're messing with! Father, hurry—call General Joe! Let him know his fortune is locked away!”

Norman jolted awake from his stupor. “Yes! General Joe from Central Command! You’re finished, Alex—no one crosses him and lives!”

Hands trembling, Norman activated the screen, connecting to General Joe.

The image flickered on, revealing the furious face of a battle-scarred man, his right eye marred by a deep scar.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Joe snarled impatiently. “Why are you calling me?”

“General Joe, your money stored with us—it’s been blocked,” Norman stammered, sweat dripping down his forehead.

“What?” Joe roared, his face turning dangerously red.

“Do you idiots even understand how much of my money you're holding?”

Norman gulped hard. “Sir, we've run into trouble. Someone froze all our accounts!”

“Who the hell dares mess with my money?” General Joe slammed his fist on the table, his eyes blazing with fury.

“Him!” Gilbert shouted triumphantly, jabbing a finger at Alex. “It’s this bastard here!”

Joe’s gaze shifted to Alex, and his rage vanished instantly. His face turned pale, silence stretching painfully.

“General Joe,” Alex said calmly, lips curling into a chilling smile. “It’s been a while.”

Gilbert shouted impatiently, “General Joe, what are you waiting for? Send your men! Kill this son of a bitch!”

Suddenly, the screen went black.

“What?” Gilbert stammered, panic rising in his voice, “Father did we lose the connection? What the hell happened?”

Norman frantically tried calling again, desperation gnawing at his soul. His face turned ghostly white.

“He blocked us... General Joe blocked us.”

“What?” Gilbert snapped, disbelief crashing into horror. “That's impossible! Blocked us?”

Norman felt ice run through his veins as he stared at Alex, finally grasping the awful truth.

This man could do things no ordinary mortal should be able to. He controlled everything—their money, their contacts, even their lifelines.

Even General Joe—a man feared by prime ministers and every one—was terrified of Alex.

Norman’s eyes widened as a terrifying realization crashed down on him.

The new king, the ruler everyone whispered about with dread, was young.

Very young.

He stared at Alex in terror, whispering to himself,

“No... it can't be. They say the new king is arrogant, reckless, a spoiled playboy obsessed with women and wealth.”

“He wouldn’t be here, siding with weak and pathetic nobodies... I'm losing my mind.”

But a voice echoed softly, tormenting him with an impossible truth: “What if it’s him?”

There was no other explanation. Why else would powerful men tremble at Alex’s feet?

Norman dropped painfully to his knees, ignoring the stabbing agony, and crawled forward, desperation etched across his bleeding face.

He knelt at Alex’s feet, trembling violently.

“Please,” Norman begged, choking on his own tears, “forgive us. Spare the Guise family—I’ll be your dog, your slave, whatever you want—just let us live!”

“Father!” Gilbert screamed, outraged and horrified. “Why are you kneeling before this nobody?”

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