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!"

to Bobby, terror filling her voice.

urgency in his voice. "Doctor, hurry up! If anything happens to Madame Clarissa, you'll

toward Clarissa, studying the damage coolly as blood seeped from countless lacerations across her

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

eyes flashed with rage. "You bastard! You'll regret

returned his attention to the wounded

wounds swiftly-just

of sirens cut through the air

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

the medics hastily loaded Clarissa into the ambulance,

second ambulance arrived moments later, gently carrying the boy and his relieved, grateful parents away from the

gratitude filling his eyes. "Thank you, Doctor. You saved our son. We won't

watching as

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

city's dark underbelly had revealed itself-the arrogance, cruelty, and entitlement of Chicago's ruling families

Alex whispered bitterly, gazing at the blood- stained asphalt, "but others are

golden haze of Vancouver's afternoon, a fleet of helicopters roared over the skyline, slamming down hard onto

debris as doors flew open and nearly two dozen figures stormed

aura of menace, their synchronized breathing

at the entrance stepped forward, their voices firm yet strained. "This

casually, and the guards sailed backward, mouths spewing blood, bodies crashing

blazing through corridors. Staff scattered, screams

Kingston reviewed documents, oblivious until

up sharply just as the ornate doors exploded inward,

loyal aide stepped forward

protest was cut short by a vicious blow, knocking him unconscious before he

Jasmine.

in her gaze. "And just who

unruffled. "If Vancouver has protectors, I'm the guardian of Chicago. But you, princess, you're

her jaw, fury

people, and think you can walk away clean? This

"War?" He chuckled darkly.