Chapter Summary: Chapter 300 – The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) by Free Collection
In Chapter 300, a key moment in the billionaire novel The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine), Free Collection delivers powerful storytelling, emotional shifts, and critical plot development. This chapter deepens the reader’s connection to the characters and sets the stage for upcoming revelations.
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!"
Brian leaned in coldly, pinning Luther with contemptuous eyes.
"Your father just called—he said you tried to murder him."
"My father...he’s still alive?" Luther gasped, shock freezing him in place.
Brian nodded grimly. "Yeah. Very much alive."
Charles, recognizing the looming danger, didn't hesitate.
He vaulted back into the car, slamming the accelerator. Tires screeched as he bolted toward the gate.
"He’s making a run for it!" Brian shouted. "Close the gate!"
But Charles smashed the car straight through the iron barrier, metal shrieking as he escaped into the night.
An hour later, Charles guided the battered vehicle toward a secluded estate, one Luther had revealed as the family’s hidden refuge.
Remembering Luther's instructions, Charles swiftly entered 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 himself, "This will do."
With his newfound fortune secured, Charles sped away from the mansion, memories of his last conversation with his mother echoing sharply in his mind.
"Charles, your father won’t help," she'd told him days earlier.
"He said you've angered someone powerful. Lay low, and money will find you eventually."
Charles had laughed bitterly. "Lay low? How long can anyone live without money?"
"Patience, Charles," she'd pleaded.
"Your father’s public disownment is just theater. He hasn’t cut you from the inheritance. Stay quiet and it’ll all blow over."
Charles gritted his teeth, clarity cutting through his anger.
The problem wasn’t his mother, nor anyone else—it was his father.
Albert Kingston, weak and foolish, had favored his sister jasmine and even outsider Kelly instead of him.
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