The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 78

Alex stood before the weathered facade of the old eight-story apartment building, clutching the worn postcard

Ruth Everheart had given him-the only clue to his forgotten past.

The faded letters read, "813."

Climbing the creaking stairs to the eighth floor, he found the door marked with the snumber. He knocked

firmly but received no response.

Just then, the door of the neighboring unit, 812, creaked open. An elderly man peered out, his eyes clouded with

age.

"No one's lived there in years," he rasped. "Place has been empty as long as | can remember."

"Thank you," Alex replied, offering a polite nod.

As the old man shuffled away, Alex turned back to the door. Taking a deep breath, he carefully picked the lock

and slipped inside.

Dust motes danced in the slivers of sunlight piercing through the drawn curtains. The air was thick, heavy with

neglect.

Alex moved cautiously through the dimly lit rooms, his footsteps echoing softly on the worn wooden floors.

In the bedroom, he stopped short.

Lying on a dilapidated bed was a man-gaunt, pale, and barely clinging to life. His shallow breaths were barely

perceptible, as though he were in hibernation.

Alex's heart tightened. "Hang on," he whispered, rushing to the man's side.

He retrieved a small vial from his pocket-a life-restoring elixir he had crafted himself.

Gently, he administered a dose, watching as the liquid was absorbed.

Placing his hand on the man's forehead, Alex closed his eyes, channeling his own energy to stabilize him.

As their energies intertwined, he sensed the depth of the man's injuries.

This was no ordinary individual; the immense power within him was almost extinguished, like a fading ember.

"A legendary warrior," Alex thought, awed by the realization. The man's abilities surpassed anything he'd

encountered before.

Hours passed as Alex worked tirelessly to mend the stranger's fractured life force.

Finally, he felt a faint but steady pulse of energy. The man was stable, but his recovery would require rare and

costly resources-herbs and elixirs not easily obtained.

Alex pulled out his phone and made a call to the Kingswell's people.

"I need immediate assistance at this location," he instructed. "There's someone here who needs specialized care.

Bring everything necessary."

As he ended the call, his phone buzzed again. "Hello?"

"Alex! It's Rudyard!" cthe urgent voice of one of the children from the orphanage. "Josephine's been

arrested! They took her away, and we're scared!" Chapter 78

Alex's grip tightened on the phone. "Telleverything," he said calmly, masking his rising concern. As Rudyard

explained the situation, Alex's mind raced.

"Stay together and keep the doors locked," he instructed. “I handle this."

Without wasting a moment, he dialed another number. "Julla, arrange for a helicopter to pickup immediately.

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"It's on its way," Julia confirmed.

Within twenty minutes, the rhythmic thump of Helicopter Blades echoed above the apartment building. Alex

boarded swiftly, his thoughts focused entirely on Josephine

Upon landing near the mining town, a vehicle awaited him. He drove straight to the local police station.

Inside, Josephine at alone in a stark interrogation room, the harsh fluorescent light casting deep shadows under

her eyes. Across from her, a stern-faced officer leaned back in his chair, a smug expression on his face.

"We have a report that you assaulted Mr. Carlo," he began, tapping a pen against a notepad. Josephine met his

gaze steadily. "He tried to rape me," she replied firmly. "I was defending myself.”

The officer's eyes narrowed. "That's not what | asked. Did you strike him, yes or no?"

Frustration flared within her. "You're ignoring the fact that he was the aggressor!"

He slammed his hand on the table. "Watch your tone. Mr. Carlo is a respected man in this town. His family's

influence runs deep. Do you really think anyone will side with you over him?"

She felt a knot tighten in her stomach but refused to look away. "I know what's right."

He sneered. "Rights? Let's discuss those."

Reaching into a folder, he produced a small baggie containing a suspicious white substance, placing it

deliberately on the table.

"We found this in your home. Care to explain why you're in possession of illegal drugs?"

Her eyes widened in disbelief. “That's not mine! You planted that!"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Possession is a serious offense. You're looking at significant jail time."

Understanding dawned on her- a setup meant to intimidate and control her. "What do you want?" she asked

quietly.

The officer leaned forward, his gaze cold. "Mr. Carlo is willing to drop all charges- under certain condi

"What conditions?"

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He smiled thinly. "He'd like you to reconsider his proposal. Agree to meet with him privately for one night, and

this all goes away. Refuse, and we'll proceed with the charges-three-year minimum jail time."

Josephine's hands clenched into fists under th

e table. "You're askingto compromise myself to avoid false charges?"

"Think carefully," he replied, his voice dripping with feigned concern. "One meeting, and you walk free.

Otherwise, prepare to spend a long tbehind bars."

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