The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 300

Alex stood silent and still, watching Ophelia weep inconsolably over David's motionless body.

Suddenly, David's eyes fluttered open, startling everyone nearby. Gasps rippled through the stunned crowd, disbelief etched across every face.

"Impossible," a bewildered customer muttered. "I saw him take that bullet right in the chest!"

"David!" Ophelia's voice trembled with hope and disbelief.

"Are you alright? Is this real?"

David stared down, incredulous, pressing his hand against his chest.

Blood stained his shirt, the fabric torn and wet, but beneath his fingertips, there was just a small wound.

The bullet had pierced his clothes and skins but stopped short, leaving only a superficial injury.

"Am I...bulletproof?" David whispered, astonished.

Across the room, Alex leaned casually against the table, his lips twisted into a subtle, knowing smirk.

At the very instant Luther had fired his weapon, Alex had silently channeled his protective aura, wrapping David's body in an unseen shield.

Though the impact had been violent, the bullet had lost its deadly force, leaving only superficial damage.

The paramedics arrived swiftly, bewildered to find David conscious, suffering nothing worse than a shallow gash.

Still, they carefully placed him onto a stretcher, administering treatment.

Ophelia clung to his side, relief and lingering terror breaking fresh tears loose from her eyes.

"I thought I'd lost you forever," she whispered, her voice raw and shaking.

David reached up gently, tracing her tear-streaked cheek. The memories flooded back-her beauty, their shared pain, their years apart.

"Ophelia," he said firmly, his voice full of renewed resolve.

"I've been given another chance. This time, I'll make everything right."

They embraced fiercely, holding tight to each other, bound by relief and renewed determination.

Across town, Charles drove Luther swiftly toward the Morgan mansion.

Pulling into the grand entrance, Luther leaped from the vehicle and demanded of the butler, "Where's my mother?"

Before the butler could respond, Brian and several bodyguards charged forward, tackling Luther roughly to the floor.

"What the hell are you idiots doing?!" Luther roared, struggling against their grasp.

"My father already dead! I'm your boss now! Let me up!"

coldly, pinning

said you tried

alive?" Luther gasped, shock freezing him in

nodded grimly. "Yeah. Very

recognizing the looming danger, didn't

the accelerator. Tires screeched as he bolted

making a run for it!" Brian shouted. "Close

Charles smashed the car straight through the iron barrier, metal shrieking as he escaped into

later, Charles guided the battered vehicle toward a secluded estate, one Luther

stacks of cash and a neat pile of gold bars. He shoved everything into a backpack,

fortune secured, Charles sped away from the mansion, memories

your father won't help," she'd told

Lay low, and money will find you

bitterly. "Lay low? How

"Patience, Charles," she'd pleaded.

father's public disownment is just theater. He hasn't cut you from the inheritance. Stay

teeth, clarity cutting

wasn't his mother, nor anyone else

favored his sister jasmine and even

smile curled across Charles's lips as a dark

been one man: his

the governorship

that came with it-would all belong

laughter filled the car, chilling

of his father's routine, every

Kingston

on the

imagine-his father would breathe his last breath. And not a soul

ever guess that the killer

that," Charles' eyes darkened, his voice low and venomous. "I need the final piece of the Emerald Elixir. And the only way

his tone

"Sophia."

darkness, neon lights painting the night club in vivid shades of sorrow and

herself shot by shot,

carving lines across her youthful face. She'd never

had abandoned her fierce front, ignoring calls, emails, and responsibilities, letting herself spiral recklessly

Alex was the cause, and Megan wondered bitterly if any man

Lancaster, you've had enough. Let's go home

voice shook with desperation, her hand

off, laughing bitterly, harsh and brittle like broken glass. "Leave me alone, Megan.

the fiery burn

storm of family demands and

him wrongly, yet her pride

risk seeing the coldness in his eyes, so

chose numbness, hiding behind

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