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."

to them, horrified. "No. You

"There are enemies everywhere. We can't risk his body being

trying to block their way, but they

Alex's body and

screamed, fighting them with every ounce of strength she had, but

fades -

the roof. The blades of a massive

to see them load the coffin

machine rose into the sky, and the love of

her knees, her heart hollow, her cries drowned out by the fading roar of

silence. The wind tugged at their clothes, carrying

forward, tears in her eyes,

okay," she whispered, even though both of

expression heavy with grief. He rested a hand on

about Alex," he said

the DNA results. Your real mother

grandparents." s

stared at him, her tears still streaming, unable to process the

to rest in the Kingswell's secret underground cemetery — the place reserved only for those whose names

sealed inside a black

Alexander Leonhart.

attention, their boots striking the concrete in unison as they gave their

was thick with silence and

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

the heavy metal doors closed with a

Or so they thought.

hours later, the silence

echoed

Then another.

lid burst open from the inside, crashing to the

sat up, gasping — alive. His skin was

out from the shadows and dropped to