The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 376

That night, in Vancouver’s slum district, Alex sat on the clinic’s crumbling front steps, the cold concrete pressing through his coat as he watched the street come alive in its own quiet way.

A line of homeless men and women stretched along the cracked sidewalk, waiting for a simple gift—a steaming bowl of porridge.

Josephine ladled it out with a wide, warm smile, just like she did every day.

The wind cut sharper than usual, icy enough to bite through coats, yet it couldn’t wash away the warmth flowing here.

Laughter rose from the line—genuine, unshaken, immune to the cold.

This place had nothing compared to a rich man’s banquet.

Here, a day’s worth of free porridge cost barely fifty dollars, enough to feed a hundred—sometimes a hundred and fifty—people.

A banquet for the wealthy? Five to ten thousand for the same headcount, and most of it drowned in false smiles.

But here, every smile was real.

Alex felt something shift inside him, a truth pressing against his ribs.

His advisors, his