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

said you tried to

gasped, shock freezing him in

"Yeah. Very much

the looming

slamming the accelerator. Tires screeched as

a run for it!"

the car straight through the iron barrier, metal shrieking

guided the battered vehicle toward a secluded estate, one Luther had

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

memories of his last conversation

your father won't help," she'd

you've angered someone powerful. Lay low, and money will find you

bitterly. "Lay low? How long can anyone live

"Patience, Charles," she'd pleaded.

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

gritted his teeth, clarity cutting

his mother, nor anyone else it was his

foolish, had favored his sister jasmine and even outsider Kelly instead of

curled across Charles's lips as a dark

had always been one man: his own

governorship

came with it-would

laughter filled the car,

detail of his

Albert Kingston would

the wheel,

breathe his last breath. And not

that the killer was his

piece of the Emerald Elixir. And the only way Alex will ever let it go... is if someone dangerously close to him is on the

forward, his tone a

"Sophia."

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

the corner, drowning herself shot by shot, her eyes glazed with

She'd never seen Sophia unravel this completely, stripped

ignoring calls, emails, and responsibilities,

and Megan wondered bitterly if any

had enough. Let's go home your mother's

her

and brittle like broken glass. "Leave me alone,

another glass, feeling the fiery burn dull the crushing pain

lost-caught in a storm of family demands

him wrongly, yet

and risk seeing the coldness in

chose numbness, hiding behind the

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