The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 361

In the halls of power, every governor held their own secret thoughts and ambitions.

Jasmine Kingston, governor of Vancouver, stared blankly at her desk as realization dawned.

Alex wasn't just the miraculous doctor known for his God-given healing touch; he was also a high-ranking operative in the Kingwells organization—the King's Secret Service.

No wonder he fought with such fierce precision.

But that was all history now. The King had cut Alex loose, set him free to forge his own path.

Jasmine's lips curled into a subtle smile. Maybe now he could be hers, finally.

"Perhaps this time he'll join me," she whispered softly to herself.

"Maybe we'll find ourselves together, in a hotel or somewhere more intimate."

In another office across town, Lyra Thompson was consumed by grief and rage.

Her eyes streamed tears as she shouted bitterly into the emptiness.

"Alex, how could you be so stupid? You attacked Guise for Sophia's revenge—but couldn’t you have waited? Couldn't you at least let me collect our winnings first?”

“Now they're all dead, and our billion dollars plus hundreds of billions in winnings are lost forever!"

Lyra’s sobs echoed painfully, her voice raw and filled with heartache. "Alex, you idiot! How could you do this? I hate you for this—I hate you so much!"

Meanwhile, Kelly sat quietly in solitude, her heart heavy with conflict.

She knew she had to report Alex's actions to the King, which led to his dismissal.

Pain was a familiar companion in her life, yet knowing she'd caused his downfall twisted the knife deeper.

Gazing through the window, she murmured bitterly, "Alex, this all happened because you chose Sophia. That woman is about to marry someone else, yet you still chase her.”

“Look at what she's done to you now! You must let her go—she's poison. Everything I've done was to protect you."

A single tear escaped Kelly’s weary eyes, tracing silently down her cheek.

Back in the humble clinic near the slums, Alex returned home, alone but finally free.

This was his refuge, far from the intrigues and betrayals he'd endured.

Stepping through the worn entrance, he was surprised to see Josephine sharing food with the homeless gathered nearby.

“What are you up to, Josephine?” Alex asked, intrigued.

Josephine looked up, her smile radiant and warm. "Can’t you see? We're sharing meals together. Have you eaten, Alex?"

Her joy was infectious, a beacon of simple kindness amid hardship.

"I'll have some," Alex said softly, accepting the humble bowl of hot soup and fresh bread.

He sat on the steps alone, the warmth seeping into his cold bones as he watched the homeless laughing and chatting around a glowing fire.

Their faces lit up with genuine happiness, a rare and beautiful simplicity.

Life suddenly seemed so clear to Alex.

True joy needed so little—just gratitude for what one already had.

Josephine joined him quietly on the steps, nudging him playfully. "Alex, you look like a complete mess."

He chuckled softly, eyes glinting gently in the firelight. "Is it that obvious?"

"It’s written all over your face," she replied warmly. "Come on, tell me what happened."

He sighed deeply, shoulders dropping slightly. "Well, I had another job on the side, and today I got fired."

Her face softened. "Oh, Alex, that's rough."

He shrugged, feeling lighter already. "Honestly, it feels like freedom."

Josephine nodded knowingly.

"That's good, if you feel that way. Look at these people here. Every day is a struggle, chasing after any work they can find. It's just life, Alex—just human life."

"You're right," Alex agreed quietly.

Her eyes sparkled with gentle curiosity. "Was the pay good at least?"

"Good?" Alex laughed softly.

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