The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 131

Sophia’s hands were locked together so tightly her knuckles went pale.

Every breath she drew felt ragged, quivering with dread. Beside her in the car, Hanks kept his posture rigid.

He knew better than to lay a finger on a woman destined for Harlan Drake.

He valued his own skin too much.

“Listen up,” Hanks said in a low, steady voice. “You’re about to meet Harlan Drake. Do exactly what he tells you. Man’s got no patience, and he’ll break you if you give him a reason. One swing from him could shatter every bone in that slender arm of yours.”

When the car finally stopped, Hanks threw the door open. “Out. Now. Don’t make me haul you out myself.”

Sophia’s legs trembled as she stepped onto the gravel.

The mansion sprawled before her—its cold, imposing silhouette framed by perfectly trimmed hedges.

A heavy sense of foreboding clung to the air. Hanks clamped a hand around her arm and dragged her inside, the grand entry hall gleaming with polished marble floors and crystal chandeliers.

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