The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 434

Charles was screaming in the hospital corridor, his voice mangled and desperate.

"I'm Charles Kingston! I have Gilbert Guise's will! I'm the Governor of Paris! You can't arrest me!"

But after his tongue had been cut, every word came out broken, barely understandable.

Nurses and patients stared in confusion. The officers exchanged uneasy looks.

One policeman - older, calm, steady-stepped closer and tried to make sense of the gibberish.

He leaned in, listened carefully, and finally pieced together enough of what Charles meant.

He sighed. "Mr. Kingston," he said firmly, "even if you were the Prime Minister himself— the law is the law. When a man kills, he answers for it. You might be the Governor, but you're not above justice. You're under arrest."

Charles shook his head violently, spit flying. "No! No! The will-Gilbert's will- it says I inherit everything if I kill Alex! His position, his title I'm the rightful Governor!"

The officer strained again to understand, asking him to repeat it once, twice, a third time—until the meaning was clear.

He straightened, eyes ice. "Let's be honest," he said, voice low.

"No one wants a governor who's blind, tongueless, and without hands. If you're lucky, you'll rot in prison for the rest of your life."

"If you're not, you'll get the death penalty - the Kingswells won't let this go. They've already lined up judges to make sure it happens."

The truth hit Charles harder than any blade.

For the first time, he fell silent. The man who thought he owned Paris now sat trembling.

In another hospital room, Josephine clung to Alex's lifeless body, sobbing into his chest.

"No... Alex, please, you can't leave me," she whispered.

Moments later, the door burst open. A team of men in dark uniforms strode in, faces cold and official.

"Miss," one snapped, voice like a steel blade, "Alex is a Kingswell asset. As per protocol, his remains must be transferred to the capital immediately - for security and protection."

tear-streaked face turned to them, horrified. "No. You

the top," the man said flatly. "There are enemies

front of them, trying to block their way, but

another lifted Alex's body and placed it

every ounce of

of happiness fades - and hearts turn

carried the coffin down the hall, out onto the roof.

free just in time to see them load

shut, the machine rose into the sky, and the

hollow, her cries

in silence. The wind tugged at their clothes, carrying Josephine's grief through

tears in her eyes, and wrapped her

she whispered, even though both of them

expression heavy with grief. He rested a hand

Alex," he said

Your real mother is Maria And we-" his voice trembled a

grandparents." s

still streaming, unable

underground cemetery — the place

was sealed inside a

Alexander Leonhart.

in black military uniforms stood at attention, their boots striking the concrete in unison as they

thick with silence

of the chamber, raised her hand in salute. Her lips didn't move, but her eyes - filled with tears — said everything

heavy metal doors closed with a dull echo,

Or so they thought.

hours later,

thud echoed through

Then another.

coffin lid burst open from the inside, crashing to the

skin was

elderly men immediately stepped out from