Supreme Authority

Chapter 11

Still, no matter how high one climbs, one should never forget kindness—even kindness from a frail old man whose life was fading away like twilight at dusk.

Alex knew he could cure that old man effortlessly now—his current strength made it child's play.

Silently, Alex slipped toward Caesar Fairchild's opulent suite on the fourth floor.

He calmly opened the heavy oak door—only for Karen Fairchild, Sophia’s grandmother, to storm out from the shadows, her eyes blazing with bitter hatred.

The frail, sickly woman mustered a shocking burst of strength, striking Alex's face with brutal, savage force.

The sharp slap cracked through the air like a whip, reverberating in the ornate chamber.

Her voice dripped venom and fury, slicing the thick silence like a rusted blade:

“I knew it! I knew you’d come, you shameless bastard!”

“I just want to see Grandpa,” Alex growled at the vile old woman, whose fragile bones would crumble to dust with just a flick of his finger.

Karen grabbed her walking stick, brandishing it wildly as she chased him toward the hall.

“Get out, you miserable snake! I know exactly why you're here—you plan to murder Caesar and steal the inheritance before the divorce goes through!”

Her voice cracked into a hateful scream. “Take one more step, you disgusting, worthless rapist, and I’ll have you arrested! I’ll make sure you rot in jail!”

Alex’s face darkened. He knew he could ease Caesar’s painful stroke in mere seconds, but this spiteful hag refused him entry.

“Fine,” he spat coldly, stepping away.

Yet Karen, paranoid, began screaming hysterically, her voice echoing wildly down the corridor, “Nurses! Watch out for that man—he’s a rapist! Everyone, there is a rapist here!”

Alex sighed bitterly, understanding he'd likely never step foot in this place again.

Just as he exited the elevator into the bustling first-floor lobby, Jack and Olivia stood waiting, their eyes filled with arrogance and cruelty.

Clearly, Karen had already called them down.

Jack sneered mockingly, eyeing Alex as if he were garbage beneath his polished shoes.

“I’m surprised you’re still breathing, you cockroach.”

Jack’s jacket shifted to reveal a gun tucked into his waistband, his eyes glittering with lethal intent.

“Come with me quietly, because this time, you're going straight to hell.”

Alex scanned the crowded lobby filled with nurses and patients. Not exactly ideal for revenge.

“Fine,” Alex replied coolly.

Jack and Olivia led him outside to a deserted corner of the park, shadows stretching across the empty grass.

Alex sensed the presence of others lurking nearby—clearly, Jack had orchestrated an ambush.

At their isolated spot, Jack drew his gun and aimed it squarely at Alex’s chest. “Forget everything you've seen, and keep your filthy mouth shut.”

Olivia burst into scornful laughter, her voice shrill with contempt.

“Oh please, Jack—let him speak. Who’s gonna believe a filthy rapist spewing nonsense anyway?”

Jack sneered cruelly at Alex.

“You're nothing now. Sophia divorced you, Caesar can’t protect you. You’re trash—just another pathetic bum in the gutter. Killing you means nothing. I could shoot a dozen homeless like you, and nobody would blink.”

Alex stood silent, contemplating whether killing these two insects would bring sorrow to old Caesar’s heart.

Olivia went on, her voice trembling with exaggerated emotion, “I heard Sophia gave you a million dollars. That’s Fairchild money, not yours. Hand it over, you filthy parasite.”

“You’ve turned my life into a nightmare these past few days—made me cry, babble nonsense to my own family. Do you know how hard that was for me?”

Jack smiled sadistically, relishing Alex’s humiliation. “You heard her, homeless. Give us Sophia’s card.”

“So, it’s robbery now?” Alex said dryly.

Jack laughed mercilessly, eyes glittering with malice.

“Dead men don’t need cash, Alex. And don’t worry about your little sister—I’ll take good care of her. Though I can't promise it'll last long; depends on my mood. When I get bored, maybe I’ll—”

But Jack never finished.

In a flash, Alex seized Jack’s gun, landing a vicious, brutal kick to Jack’s groin.

Jack collapsed instantly, doubling over in agony, his face a mask of horrified, unbearable pain.

Alex had made sure of one thing: Jack’s manhood was destroyed beyond repair.

And for the rest of his miserable life, whenever lust or desire stirred inside him, there’d be nothing left to touch, nothing to satisfy—only the slow, maddening burn of frustration.

Olivia screamed in shock, eyes widening in terror at Alex wielding a gun.

“You—what are you doing?!” She stumbled back, panic rising, tearing at her clothes dramatically as she fled.

She screamed hysterically, drawing attention from bystanders, “Help! Robbery! There’s a robber with a gun! He attacked my cousin—he’s trying to rape me!”

Alex stared coldly at the gun in his hand, considering whether silencing this poisonous snake forever would be worth the consequence.

Yet Caesar Fairchild had accepted him.

He couldn't dishonor that trust by staining his hands here.

Crowds formed quickly, nurses and doctors drawn to Olivia’s desperate cries. She stood, tears streaming, clothing disheveled, milking the scene for sympathy.

Security guards moved swiftly toward Alex, weapons drawn.

Jack, writhing on the ground, called out pitifully, blood staining his pants vividly. “Help! This animal attacked me!”

Security raised their guns urgently. “Drop your weapon and get on the ground, now!”

Alex scanned the hostile, judgmental crowd, his patience thinning. “I won’t do that.”

“Drop the gun!” the guard shouted again, tension mounting dangerously.

Olivia cried dramatically, her voice dripping with deceit, “Just shoot him! He tried to rape me—he’ll kill me if you let him go! My cousin tried to protect me, and look what happened! Please, end this nightmare!”

“I’ve had enough!” a fierce voice suddenly interrupted.

Everyone turned sharply to see an elegant woman approaching—tall, breathtakingly beautiful, dressed in clothes clearly worth a fortune.

Her commanding presence stopped everyone in their tracks, admiration mixing with awe.

Her eyes blazed with rage as she moved forward like a lioness, every step radiating power.

To everyone’s shock, she reached Olivia and struck her viciously across the face, a sound that stunned the onlookers into silent disbelief.

Her voice was icy and furious, each word a hammer blow:

“I have never seen anyone with such a filthy, despicable heart in my entire life.”