The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 483

“Renata, do you know this?” Gerhard said, chin lifted with that familiar smugness. “I’m the fastest officer in Winchester history. From cadet to captain in just two years. No one’s ever done it before.”

He didn’t stop there.

“I still remember the newspapers. My name everywhere. They even called me the Prince of Winchester. Millions of women sent me love letters. I’m practically a legend here.”

Renata nodded out of politeness.

“This man is unbelievably shameless,” Alex muttered, feeling secondhand embarrassment crawl up his spine.

Gerhard couldn’t read a room if someone handed him the instructions. Why brag about being a captain in front of Renata—the daughter of a duke, the daughter of a general?

A captain’s rank is nothing to her family. But sure, let him strut around like captaincy is the peak of human greatness.

Gerhard kept talking, proudly clinging to his captain rank like it was the center of everyone universe.

Moments later, the flying limousine slid to a stop at the front entrance of The Imperial Amber House.

And to their surprise, a full line of staff stood waiting outside.

Gerhard’s grin stretched wide.

“Looks like they already know I’m coming,” he said, laughing. “They must be here to welcome me.”

He practically leaped out first, making sure everyone could hear him.

“Are you all here to welcome me—Gerhard Wolfsbane, the youngest captain ever?!” Gerhard shouted, arms wide like he expected a choir to sing his name.

Alex smacked a hand over his own face.

“Why are you shouting your name at them like you’re trying to open a magical gate that runs on ego instead of a password?”

Gerhard sneered back, “Are you jealous?”

Around thirty workers stared at Gerhard, confused, silent. Not a single greeting. Not a single nod.

Just awkward stillness.

Gerhard froze, stunned. Not one person called his name. Not one person looked at him. They deliberately pretended he wasn’t even there.

It was humiliating.

Then Renata stepped out of the flying car.

Immediately, the entire line snapped to attention.

“Colonel Renata Winter—welcome to The Imperial Amber House!”

All of them bowed low.

Gerhard’s face turned bright red. In that instant, he finally remembered—Renata held a military rank too.

Inherited from her father, Duke Armin Winter, whose position placed him at a general’s level.

Renata was a colonel.

And he had just spent the last ten minutes bragging about being a captain in front of someone ranked higher than him.

He cleared his throat, pretending none of it mattered, and hurried to walk beside her—trying desperately to regain a shred of dignity.

“Did you prepare all this?” Renata asked, almost stunned. Hardly anyone outside her duchy knew about her military rank.

Gerhard bit his lip, scrambling for a believable answer.

“Uh—yes. I booked this place and told them an important guest was coming. Lady Renata Winter. So of course they’re welcoming you… after I reminded them.”

Before Renata could reply, Alex stepped out of the limousine.

Instantly, the entire staff bowed again—louder, sharper, more respectful than before.

“Welcome, Major General Alexander Saint-Claire. We are privileged to receive you today. Marquis Saint-Claire, please enjoy your stay with us.”

Gerhard’s jaw practically hit the floor.

Even Renata snapped her head toward Alex, startled.

She knew Alex carried a noble title—Marquis Saint-Claire.

The title had passed to him only because he was the last surviving member of his entire bloodline. His parents were gone, his relatives gone; he alone remained. As the sole heir, the title and the military rank tied to it transferred straight to him.

A marquis wasn’t just a noble.

It was a military title—one reserved for those responsible for guarding the kingdom’s borders. Their families held command for generations, inheriting both the rank and the duty that came with it.

Meanwhile, Gerhard was still choking on his pride.

Alex looked at him calmly. “Well, Captain Gerhard… with a Colonel and a Major General present, what exactly are you doing standing in front? You think you’re famous enough to be the one leading the entrance?”

Gerhard’s entire face turned bright red. Now that Alex’s rank was out in the open, his precious captain rank suddenly looked tiny. Embarrassing.

Gerhard snapped back in frustration.

“Hush! My captain rank comes from hard work. Your military rank is inherited from your family. And as far as I know, you’re a Major General with no soldiers! Try building your own army before bragging about something that isn’t even yours.”

Alex laughed—cold, cutting.

“I heard you say you’re very famous. But it seems no one here recognizes you. Why do you think that is?”

“Impossible,” Gerhard insisted, voice cracking. “Everyone in Winchester knows me.”

Alex raised a hand and waved a staff member over.

“You. Do you know this man?”

The staff bowed politely. “I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t know him.”

Gerhard’s eyes widened. “Impossible! My face filled the newspapers!”

He grabbed another staff member. “You know me, right?!”

“No, Sir,” the worker said firmly.

He asked another. And another. And another.

Alex didn’t react to her tone. His voice was flat, almost bored.

“I didn’t decide which suite to reserve,” he said. “To be honest, I just texted Chairman Ernest and asked him to arrange it. Let me check the message. Give me a minute.”

Gerhard sneered, voice dripping with contempt.

“Shut your damn mouth. Do you even know who owns this place? Chairman Ernest. If he hears you spouting that bullshit, you’ll die of shame.”

Alex ignored every insult. He calmly checked his bracelet.

“He said he reserved the Platinum Suite for me.”

The entire room fell silent.

Gerhard burst into loud, mocking laughter.

“Hahaha—Platinum Suite? Alex Saint-Claire, stop embarrassing yourself! Do you know who can enter the Platinum Suite? Fewer than twenty people in all of Winchester! You’re not even qualified to breathe near the door. You’re nothing but a fart!”

Even Renata’s eyes widened.

“The Platinum Suite isn’t just hard to book,” she said quietly. “Even my father—a duke—struggles to get access. It’s reserved for the king, the princes, the princesses. If a duke wants it, he gets one slot per semester, at best. The ingredients they serve there are rare, limited, and protected. You can’t just walk in.”

She looked at Alex with growing disappointment.

She hadn’t expected him to be such a pathetic liar.

Yes, he was heir to a marquisate—but what use was a high rank when you were poor? Prussia was full of broke nobles with fancy titles and empty pockets.

In her mind, Alex had just thrown himself into the gutter.

Alex only smiled. In his eyes, these people were nothing but arrogant children barking for attention.

Then Beatrix chimed in with venom.

“Alex, even counts can’t get into the Platinum Suite. You’re absolutely full of shit.”

Conrad followed, laughing cruelly.

“Wife, a loser like him isn’t even qualified to eat the leftovers from The Imperial Amber House, let alone dine inside it!”

Gerhard slapped a hand on Alex’s shoulder, smirking as if he owned the place.

“You should be thanking me,” he said. “If you’re not going to show some gratitude, the door’s right there. Feel free to get out, Major General.”

At that moment, a manager walked briskly toward them.

He stopped directly in front of Alex—who was standing side by side with Gerhard—and bowed deeply, posture respectful, voice controlled and professional.

“Sir,” the manager said, smiling. “Your suite is ready. Please follow me.”

Gerhard let out a triumphant laugh.

“Finally! Someone recognizes me. See, Renata? I booked a suite for you. Let’s follow this man.”

He truly believed the bow was for him.