Supreme Authority

Chapter 5

When Alex finally opened his eyes, the sun blazed overhead.

He was sprawled on a sandy shore, waves whispering at his feet, the midday heat searing his skin.

He staggered to his feet, brushing sand from his face—and that’s when he felt it. Something was different.

For ten years, sudden eruptions of inner force had paralyzed him without warning.

But now... nothing.

The flaw was gone.

No more blocked energy. No more sluggish steps.

It was as if something inside him had been released.

But how?

His eyes dropped to his neck—where his mother’s pendant should’ve been.

Gone.

So it really had dissolved into his body after all.

He’d thought it might be a hallucination due to the strike on his head, but the strength and sudden clarity coursing through him proved otherwise.

Alex called upon his energy again, and this time, there was no hindrance.

The surge of power within him was overwhelming, more than ten times stronger than ever before.

His eyes burned bright as the sun.

No more flaws to stop him from now on!

Memories of Olivia and Jack came crashing back.

“Treacherous bastards,” he growled under his breath.

Just then, a dozen or so private helicopters, each clearly worth a fortune, rapidly closed in from the distance, and soon landed on the beach a few yards away from Alex.

Then, several groups of well-coordinated, sharply-dressed, and clearly trained bodyguards leaped out the helicopters.

They fanned out across the beach in disciplined formation, elite guards.

“Supreme Lord!”

The person who was obviously the leader rushed over and bowed.

“We lost your signal for more than 24 hours. We feared the worst.”

Alex calmly looked at Carlos.

Carlos was his trusted confidant.

He had personally trained Carlos, and appointed him as the senior agent of HEAVEN’S ORDER, the powerful and secretive organization he had built himself over the years, spanning multiple fields such as business, medicine, and more.

“More than 24 hours?”

Alex echoed, mind spinning. It felt like mere minutes.

“Thirty-two hours, to be precise, my Lord. Thank goodness you’re alright!”

Carlos bowed deeply, his heart heavy with fear and self-blame.

“Please forgive us for not noticing the anomaly earlier.”

“It’s not your fault. I told you lot not to keep an eye on me while I’m at home.”

Alex let out a self-mocking laugh thinking he almost die.

“How is my sister?”

“Our men discovered that your cousin-in-law Jack has tried to sniff around your sister a few times in the past few hours, but we made sure he was turned away.”

Hearing this, Alex’s gaze turned even colder.

So Jack really had a death wish.

“How is my wife? And what’s the full situation?”

Carlos stiffened and bowed his head even lower.

“Sir, Miss Sophia Fairchild is safe, nothing unusual there. But we've got a family issue brewing about you and Miss Olivia Fairchild.”

“Go on.”

Carlos took a breath, speaking carefully.

“Miss Olivia's been spreading a story among the Fairchilds, saying you tried to assault her. She claims Jack stepped in just in time, playing the hero and leaving you injured and embarrassed after the attempt supposedly failed. The family's starting to buy it, seeing you as some kind of predator now.”

Alex's eyes narrowed slightly, anger simmering beneath his otherwise calm expression.

“Olivia’s playing the victim card hard—acting traumatized. She’s making herself out to be the innocent party, and it's working. Right now, she's got most of the Fairchild family turned against you.”

Alex gave a cold, humorless smirk.

Clever story.

A neat excuse for his absence.

And a perfect cover to bury their filth.

“Miss Olivia’s now playing the role of a broken saint—crying, acting traumatized, even threatening suicide, claiming your touch has utterly defiled her.”

“That bitch,” Alex snarled softly, vividly recalling her dirty act with Jack—and who knew how many others she'd secretly entertained.

“Sir,” Carlos interjected calmly, eyes narrowing in quiet determination.

“If you wish, we can eliminate the entire Fairchild family in five minutes flat. Just give the order, and I’ll handle it myself. Swift, clean, and no one left alive to tarnish your name.”

Alex frowned slightly.

“Sir, people should feel privileged just to be in your presence—especially someone like Olivia Fairchild. If she can’t appreciate that, she’s hardly worth—”

“Enough!” Alex stopped him.  “You honestly believe I need to coerce any woman into my bed?”

“Who could have guessed that I’d run into two bastards committing incest, and be completely caught off guard?”

Alex’s eyes narrowed, his voice cold as ice.

“My Lord, should we erase these two bastards? They deserve punishment!”

Carlos’ lips pressed into a thin, furious line.

“No need. I’ll deal with those backstabbers myself.”

Jack and Olivia not only almost killed him, but they also planned to harm his wife and sister.

If he simply finished them off, wouldn’t that be too lenient on them?

“As you wish, my Lord,” Although reluctant, Carlos acknowledged, before continuing.

“Anything else?”

Alex asked, while slipping into the clean clothes that one of the bodyguards handed him.

“Sir Renault Dupont, the wealthiest man in London, has been desperate to meet you. He claims he’s acquired the item you requested—says it’s ready at last.”

Alex nodded, “Next time he calls, forward it to me.”

“Yes, my Lord. And ...”

Just then, Alex’s smartwatch suddenly buzzed loudly against his wrist, which muted Carlos.

The screen showed a single name, which repeated nearly sixty times.

It was Sophia — his wife.