The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 550

On the throne, King Wilhelm Augustus sat rigid, his gaze fixed on the man before him.

“Christoph,” he said coldly, “is it truly necessary to hunt down the last heir of Saint-Claire?”

Duke Christoph von Dornwald inclined his head, just enough to show respect. “Your Majesty, we exterminated the entire Saint-Claire family during the last succession because they were the greatest threat to your crown. They supported your brother.”

“If we allow this one survivor to grow unchecked, he will become a danger to us—to our sleep, to our peace. Eliminating him is necessary.”

The king’s fingers tapped once against the armrest. “Then explain to me this,” he said. “How can he be so rich?”

“It appears the rumors are true,” Christoph replied. “He studied cultivation in Xia. When he returned, he crushed the underworld leaders one by one, forced them under his command, and used that foundation to build Eden Group. During the last betting event alone, he amassed wealth that surpassed even Your Majesty’s.”

Wilhelm burst into laughter, sharp and amused. “Impressive. He sounds more capable than my own sons.”

His eyes gleamed. “Why not let him marry Sofina? Make him my son-in-law.”

Christoph’s expression tightened. “Your Majesty,” he said carefully, “that man is dangerous. Given time, he will kill you.”

The king sighed, the sound heavy with age. “I am already old. Why should I fear death now?”

His tone darkened. “Besides, I never approved your slaughter of Marquis Saint-Claire and his family. You used my succession as an excuse to settle your personal vendetta against your mortal enemy. Since it is already done, I closed my eyes to it—for the sake of your support.”

He leaned forward.

“But,” Wilhelm said slowly, his stare turning icy, “I never agreed to kill that young man.”

Christoph stiffened. “It was under my command, Your Majesty,” he said quickly. “If that Saint-Claire brat dies, we can brand him a spy and confiscate all his assets for the country.”

Silence fell.

The king’s laughter was gone now. “Where is that brat now?” The King Wilhelm asked.

In his mind, a single thought lingered—

a man like Alex Saint-Claire was far too valuable to waste.

“He is fleeing toward Xia. Our elite aircraft are already in pursuit,” Christoph said coldly. “This time, he will die a hundred deaths. Once he’s gone, we will seize all his wealth without delay.”

The king let out a long sigh. “What a pity.”

If only he had learned the truth before Duke Christoph von Dornwald—the mortal enemy of Marquis Saint-Claire—perhaps he could have protected the young man.

But that chance was gone. The past could not be undone.

The doors burst open.

A minister hurried in, breath tight with urgency. “Your Majesty, there is important news. Please—watch this.”

He activated the massive three-dimensional screen.

Princess Sofina appeared on it, standing at a press conference podium.

“To all beloved citizens of Prussia,” she said, “I speak to you today not only as Princess Sofina Augustus, but to reveal the truth. I am the owner of Eden Group—and all businesses affiliated with it.”

The room erupted into silent shock.

Across the nation, the media exploded. Eden Group—the richest anonymous power in Prussia—had always been a mystery. And now its owner was revealed to be Princess Sofina herself.

Duke Christoph’s face drained of color. “Impossible,” he whispered. “Alex owns Eden Group. All the money belongs to him.”

The king touched his bracelet, issuing a command to the royal artificial intelligence. The report streamed instantly into his vision.

“It seems,” Wilhelm said calmly, “that clever young man transferred everything to Sofina at the last moment.”

Christoph dropped into a deep bow. “Your Majesty, you must confiscate those assets immediately.”

“Why?” the king asked flatly. “Because you fear Sofina will use that wealth to win the next throne succession—and your supported second prince will lose?”

Christoph’s face turned deathly pale.

“Minister,” the king said, “summon Sofina to the hall.”

Minutes later, Sofina entered. She bowed with perfect composure. “Your Majesty. Father. You called for me?”

“Sofina,” Wilhelm asked, studying her closely, “are you truly the owner of Eden Group and all its assets now?”

“Yes, Father,” she replied, bowing again.

The king leaned forward. “Tell me—why did that Saint-Claire boy transfer everything to you? What did he say?”

Sofina met her father’s eyes. She did not flinch. She did not hesitate.

“He told me,” she said clearly, “that I must win the throne succession within five years.”

Her voice hardened.

“So that he can return.”

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