The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 81

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Jasmine leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes as a wave of dizziness washed over her.

The room felt unusually warm, and her heart raced uncomfortably.

Had she been pushing herself too hard?

A faint smile touched her lips as she thought of Alex.

Perhaps this was the perfect excuse to reach out to him.

She picked up her phone and dialed his number.

“Alex, I need your help,” she said softly,

“Jasmine? What’s wrong?” Alex’s voice came through.

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He was aboard a helicopter, en route back to Vancouver from the mining town, as he still had to check on the old man’s condition at Kingswell’s main facility.

“I suddenly feel unwell,” she admitted.

“My head is spinning, and my body feels… off. It’s like I’m overheating, and my breathing is heavy.”

Alex frowned, his mind racing. “Did this happen suddenly? Did you eat or drink anything unusual?”

She glanced at the half–empty coffee cup on her desk.

“I just had some coffee, but it tasted different–not like usual.”

“Don’t drink any more of it,” he advised urgently. “It might be contaminated. Are there any other symptoms?”

Jasmine hesitated. “I feel flushed and a bit disoriented.”

“Listen carefully,” Alex said firmly. “You might have been poisoned. Lock your office door and don’t let anyone in. I’m on my way and will be there in fifteen minutes.”

“Alright,” she agreed, though uncertainty gnawed at her.

With fifty security guards in the building, it seemed unlikely that anything could go wrong.

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Chris was the top–ranked fighter in the Noble Knight league in Vancouver.

It simply meant he was the best, unmatched by anyone in the city.

When he got serious, no bodyguard or elite force could stand a chance against him–especially when he struck from the shadows, undetected.

Jasmine was on the 30th floor in the penthouse of Kingston’s office building.

Downstairs, the main entrance was tightly secured with guards and surveillance, while a back door was reserved for office staff.

Chris slipped in through the staff entrance, catching two security guards off–guard.

With swift, precise blows to their faces and necks, he took them down. They slumped to the floor, unconscious. Quickly, he dragged them into a storage room, cuffed them with their own handcuffs, and sealed their mouths

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with tape.

Thanks to Bianca’s detailed instructions, Chris knew every corner of the building.

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Pulling on a security uniform, he moved from floor to floor taking the emergency stairs to avoid the CCTV in the elevators.

On the 10th floor, two more guards spotted him.

Chris raised a hand in a friendly wave. “How’s it going?” he called.

“Where are you heading?” one guard asked, suspicion flickering in his eyes.

Before they could react, Chris lunged forward, landing a punch to one guard’s stomach and a kick to the other, knocking them bath out.

He quickly confiscated their handguns.

Anyone who crossed his path, including cleaning staff–even the women–were no exception; he took them down with cold precision.

Reaching the top floor, he found Bianca waiting anxiously by the office door.

“Chris,” Bianca murmured, “Jasmine’s a good person. If you just talk to her calmly, she’ll understand.”

Chris gave her a charming smile.

“Thank you, Bianca. Once Jasmine clears my name, I’ll marry you, just like I promised. We’ll be happy together.”

Bianca’s face softened with blush. “Thank you, Chris. Do you want me to go in with you?”

“Yes, please.”

But before she could take a step, Chris moved close and struck her sharply, leaving her unconscious on the floor.

His expression shifted to a dark smirk. 1

“You wouldn’t want to see what I’m about to do with Jasmine,” he muttered, amused.

“Thanks for all the help, anyway.” he whispered, easing the door open.

Inside, Jasmine was slumped over her desk, breathing heavily.

Her body felt ablaze, her skin flushed, and her blouse had loosened at the top, exposing a few undone buttons.

“Hello, Jasmine,” he murmured, stepping forward with a slow, chilling smile.

Jasmine turned sharply, eyes wide with shock. “Chris Roland? What are you doing here?”

He gave a sly smile and locked the door behind him. “Just tying up loose ends.”

A chill crept over her as she backed up. “I don’t understand.”

“Let’s say I’m here to… help you,” Chris replied, stepping closer. “Looks like you need someone to warm you up.‘

“Stop there!”

Jasmine’s hand reached under her desk for the panic button, but her movements were slow, her limbs heavy.

Heart pounding, she forced herself to stand, inching toward the balcony, hoping for some escape.

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“Don’t run,” Chris sneered, moving forward.

“No one’s coming to save you. Better take advantage of my offer, or things will end badly.”

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“End badly?” she whispered, struggling to keep her balance as she tried to push the glass door to the balcony. “If you don’t have sex within the next twenty minutes, The poison will kill you,” Chris taunted, watching her reaction.

“But if you give in, everything will be fine.”

“Stay back, Chris.” Jasmine’s voice trembled, the fear raw in her eyes as she edged toward the ledge.

“Come any closer, and I swear I’ll jump.‘

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“You won’t,” he scoffed, stepping nearer, his eyes darkening with intent.

Jasmine felt a flush of conflicting feelings—her mind screaming to resist, her body clouded by the poison’s effects.

Her body wanted to have sex with anyone including Chris!

“I’d rather die than be with you!” she shouted, clinging to the balcony railing, her voice filled with desperation. “Wait,” he hesitated, sensing she meant it. “Why choose death when you could have a little fun with me?”

Jasmine’s grip tightened, her knuckles white against the cool metal, her voice barely a whisper. “Stay back, or I swear, I’ll jump.‘

“Alright, I would stay here,” Chris said as he took off his shirt, revealing his perfectly trained body, causing Jasmine’s eyes to cloud even more with desire.

Chris knew that, in just a few minutes, she would lose control of herself.

No need to rush; he would win in the end.

However, Jasmine wasn’t weak–willed; as soon as she felt herself losing control, her eyes locked on Chris, blazing with defiance.

“Better to die a thousand deaths than let you touch my honor,” she shouted. 1

With a final, fierce glare, she grabbed the railing and threw herself over.