The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 318

The father sprinted desperately toward his young boy, eyes wild with fear and tears streaming down his face.

As he reached his son, his heart nearly stopped-the pavement was scarred by bullets, each hole barely a hair's breadth from his son's fragile body.

"He's alright, honey!" he shouted, relief shaking his voice. "She missed our boy is safe!"

He clutched his wife tightly, their bodies trembling in shared gratitude.

"What?" Clarissa shrieked in disbelief.

Fury surged through her veins, and she raised her gun again, merciless eyes locked on the helpless child.

Instantly, the father shielded his son, spreading himself protectively. "If you're gonna kill my boy, you'll have to go through me first."

Clarissa sneered viciously. "Fine by me. Cleaning out trash is always a pleasure."

She squeezed the trigger without hesitation.

The father clenched his eyes shut, bracing himself for the piercing pain. But instead of death, a violent explosion erupted from Clarissa's gun.

The weapon shattered spectacularly, hurling shards of hot metal directly into her face and body.

Clarissa screamed—a raw, agonized cry-as the burning shrapnel sliced into her skin and eyes, sending her reeling to the ground.

The crowd erupted into satisfied murmurs.

"Serves the bitch right."

"Instant karma never misses."

"That's divine justice!"

Henrietta's face twisted in panic and anguish. She rushed to her mother's side, frantically grabbing her shoulders. "Mom! Mom, can you hear me?"

Clarissa writhed on the ground, shrieking in pain. "Help me! My face-my eyes! God, the pain!"

terror filling her voice.

up! If anything happens to Madame

coolly as blood seeped from countless lacerations across

detachment, he said, "Relax. She'll last another

with rage. "You bastard! You'll regret this! Your family is

Alex swiftly returned his attention to

the boy's wounds swiftly-just in time to catch the critical golden window for trauma

cut through

paramedics toward Clarissa, barking commands and threats using the Montclair name as a

into the ambulance,

the boy and his relieved, grateful parents

hand firmly, tears of gratitude filling his eyes. "Thank

nodded silently, watching as

heavy sigh, he returned to his car, a shadow of frustration

arrived in Chicago to visit Kingswell's branch, yet already the city's dark underbelly had

truly human," Alex whispered bitterly, gazing at the blood- stained asphalt, "but others are monsters hiding

a fleet of helicopters roared over the skyline, slamming down hard onto the helipad of the Kingston

blades whipped the air, scattering debris as doors flew open and nearly

radiated a palpable aura of menace, their synchronized breathing betraying deadly training. They

their voices firm yet strained. "This is Kingston property! Get the hell out

flicked his wrist casually, and the guards sailed backward, mouths spewing blood, bodies crashing onto the stone steps

intruders barged inside, guns blazing through corridors. Staff scattered, screams punctuating

quiet elegance of her office, Jasmine Kingston reviewed documents, oblivious until the gunfire echoed

as the ornate doors exploded

loyal aide stepped forward

short by a vicious blow, knocking him

in casually, eyes fixed on Jasmine. "Ah, Ms. Kingston,

her gaze. "And just

coldly, arrogant and utterly unruffled. "If Vancouver has protectors, I'm the guardian

her jaw, fury

home, kill my people, and think you can walk away clean? This is an invasion.

"War?" He chuckled darkly.