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!"

pinning

called-he said

father...he's still alive?" Luther gasped, shock freezing him in

"Yeah. Very much

recognizing the looming danger,

vaulted back into the car, slamming the accelerator. Tires screeched as he

making a run for it!"

iron barrier, metal shrieking as

vehicle toward a secluded estate, one Luther had revealed as the

the password to the mansion's safe, uncovering stacks of cash and a neat pile of gold bars. He shoved everything into a backpack,

from the mansion, memories of his

won't help," she'd told him days

someone powerful. Lay low, and money

How long can anyone live

"Patience, Charles," she'd pleaded.

public disownment is just theater. He hasn't cut you

gritted his teeth, clarity cutting

wasn't his mother, nor anyone else it was

had favored his sister jasmine

Charles's lips as a

been one man:

the governorship of

with it-would all

laughter filled the car, chilling and

knew every detail of his father's

Albert Kingston would be

the wheel,

would breathe his last breath. And not a soul

ever guess that

low and venomous. "I need the final piece of the Emerald Elixir. And the only way Alex will ever let it go... is if

tone a threat wrapped

"Sophia."

darkness, neon lights painting the night club in

the corner, drowning herself shot

youthful face. She'd never seen Sophia unravel this completely,

ignoring calls, emails, and responsibilities,

the cause, and Megan wondered bitterly if

enough. Let's

voice shook with desperation, her hand

laughing bitterly, harsh and brittle like broken glass. "Leave me alone, Megan. When I drink, everything fades

back another glass, feeling the fiery burn dull the crushing pain in her

of family

judged him wrongly, yet her

bear to face him and risk seeing the coldness in his

numbness, hiding behind

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