The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 6

Alex shook his head and chuckled.

He knew Sophia despised him.

"Sophia, let me show y—"

He wanted to let Sophia see the real him a bit, but she turned her back to him and walked to the parking lot.

A white four-seat Porsche Panamera pulled up and stopped in front of them.

A stunning young woman stepped out of the car with effortless grace, her elegant dress and sparkling jewelry enhancing her high-fashion allure.

"Sophia," she hugged Sophia.

"Lyra, thanks for coming," Sophia replied joyfully.

"I came as soon as I could when I got your text."

Lyra smiled while eyeing Alex from head to toe and shook her head.

Not a single item of value detected from head to toe.

Apart from being a bit handsome and having a somewhat fitting body, this man was totally worthless.

When Sophia texted her and told her that she was forced to marry a loser and needed a helping hand, she had thought Sophia was exaggerating.

But seeing Alex in person made her realize how unlucky Sophia was.

Most of Sophia's suitors usually carried around $250,000 on their bodies.

However, this man here only carried $25 at most.

“Alex, this is Lyra, my best friend.” Sophia suppressed her dislike and tried to sound polite.

"Nice to meet you, Lyra," Alex said, extending his hand to Lyra out of politeness.

However, Lyra retreated, with obvious disgust in her eyes.

“You know what? Riffraff should know their place.”

She ignored Alex's hand and wrapped her hands around Sophia instead.

Alex chuckled coldly and dropped his hand.

“Come on, we are already late for Chris Roland’s event at the Noble Knight Club,” Lyra smiled mischievously.

Almost everybody in Vancouver knew Chris Roland was one of Sophia’s most devoted suitors.

Lyra had always believed Chris would marry Sophia.

Chris’s father worked for Alfred Kingston, while Chris was the CEO of Biohealth Solution, a company that supported Alfred Kingston's business.

Apart from the giant tier, Kingston, there were four lower tiers in Vancouver's wealth and richest realm.

Chris's family could be called third-tier wealth, a level higher than Lancaster wealth.

Thus, from Lyra's point of view, Chris and Sophia were the perfect match.

"Of course," Sophia happily replied. "Alex, you should come with us."

"Sure," Alex raised his brows.

Maybe Sophia, was still listening to her grandfather's wish to take him around.

Meanwhile, Lyra sneered to herself.

She had already warned Chris Roland in advance.

Chris was livid and eager to teach Alex a lesson that would leave him reflecting deeply in a hospital bed.

She would let Alex know he was a frog in the well, really not fitting the rich life and not fit into Sophia’s lifestyle.

"Let us go then."

They entered Lyra’s car, and she took them to the Noble Knight Club.

It was one of the most exclusive martial arts clubs in the city for nobles and rich people only.

No middle class could enter because of the price.

Even the lowest tier of the rich in Vancouver still thought this club was too expensive.

If the lowest class came, they would be shocked to see how members could spend one year of their salary in one day only.

When they arrived, Alex realized it was a martial arts and war machine club.

Nowadays, martial arts were popular, especially swordsmanship, and most people knew some skills, more or less.

"I can’t wait to see Chris during his match," Lyra yelled and quickly dragged Sophia toward the entrance of the club, leaving Alex behind.

The automatic glass opened as it ran facial recognition for the members and the outside guard gave them a respectful bow.

As Alex approached the entrance, the glass door shut right in front of his face.

The guard sneered at him, "Drivers or servants aren't allowed in. Move along."

Lyra smirked as she pulled Sophia away.

"Let him learn his place; he’ll never be where we are."

“Who told you I am a driver or a servant? I want to enter.” Alex said calmly.

“Then become a member,” the guard yawned.

“You think any Tom and lowlife like you can just walk in here? Leave now, or you’ll regret it."