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 Luther

father just called-he said

gasped, shock freezing

"Yeah. Very much

the looming danger,

the car, slamming the accelerator. Tires screeched as he

a run for it!" Brian

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

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, muttering to

his newfound fortune secured, Charles sped away from the mansion, memories of his last conversation with his mother echoing sharply

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

angered someone powerful. Lay low,

had laughed bitterly. "Lay low? How long can anyone live without

"Patience, Charles," she'd pleaded.

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

clarity

mother, nor anyone else

his sister jasmine and even outsider Kelly instead of

Charles's lips as a dark realization

always been

and the governorship of Los Angeles-the

with it-would all belong to

laughter filled the car, chilling and

every detail of his father's routine, every vulnerability, every

Albert Kingston would

tightened his grip on the wheel, determination

than anyone could imagine-his father would breathe his last breath. And not a

would ever guess that the killer

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

tone a threat wrapped in

"Sophia."

painting the night

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

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

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

was the cause, and Megan wondered bitterly if any

enough. Let's go

her hand lightly touching

like broken glass. "Leave me alone, Megan. When

the fiery

storm of family demands and aching

judged him wrongly, yet

and risk seeing the

chose numbness, hiding behind the

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