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A chorus of enthusiastic responses filled the air, but Gerard’s eyes were focused on the far corner of the room, where Max sat, blending into the background.“Well,” said Alexander Radcliffe, one of the wealthiest men in the room, his voice smooth as silk.“This sounds like an incredible opportunity, Patriarch Gerard. I’m sure many of us will want to be at the forefront of such an ambitious venture.”A few other prominent figures chimed in, agreeing with Alexander’s sentiment, already positioning themselves to get a stake in the new project. The air was thick with the excitement of opportunity, and Gerard let the applause and chatter settle before he spoke again.“Indeed, Alexander,” Gerard said, nodding slightly.“I trust that you all will consider this a prime opportunity. But rest assured, I’ll be taking my time in selecting the right partners. We need to ensure that those who come on board are truly aligned with the vision we have for the future.”As Gerard spoke, the focus subtl
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Max stepped into the hospital room, his expression softening as he saw Emily sitting upright on the bed.Her face was still pale, but her eyes had regained their sparkle.“You’re awake,” he said, his voice laced with relief.Emily’s gaze shifted to him, a flicker of surprise crossing her face.“Max? You’re the one who saved me?”He scratched the back of his neck, a little embarrassed.“Yeah, I just happened to be at the right place at the right time.”Emily shook her head slightly.“No, it’s more than that. If it weren’t for you…” Her voice trailed off, and she glanced down at her hands. “Thank you.”“Don’t mention it,” Max said quickly. He pulled up a chair beside her bed and sat down.“How are you feeling now?”“Better,” she replied, giving him a small smile. Then her expression darkened. “Max, Kurt kidnapped me because of jealousy. He thought I… I took away the Montgomery family’s business opportunity.”Max’s heart sank. Guilt clawed at him as he clenched his fists.“Because of me
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 64
Johnson Kingsley paced the length of his lavish, albeit overly quiet, living room, his frustration barely contained. Amanda sat on the velvet couch, filing her nails, her expression icy.“This is ridiculous, Johnson!” she snapped, tossing the nail file onto the coffee table. “I’m not getting my usual gifts, and now I can’t even buy the new Birkin bag I wanted.”“I told you,” Johnson growled, running his hand through his disheveled hair. “It’s just a temporary setback. Father’s being... unreasonable.”Amanda rolled her eyes. “Unreasonable? He’s threatening to strip you of your heir status. Do you realize how humiliating that would be for me? For us?”Johnson stopped pacing and pointed a finger at her. “Do you think I don’t know that? I’m working on it.”“Working on it?” Amanda scoffed. “You’ve been saying that for weeks. And what do we have to show for it? Nothing! It’s because of that stupid stunt you pulled with the Montgomerys. You’ve embarrassed the family, and now everyone’s treat
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He had almost lost all hope when he heard a knock on the door. When he opened it, he found his friend Kyle standing there with a smug smile.“Kyle,” Johnson said flatly. “What do you want?”“Just came to check on you, buddy,” Kyle replied, his tone mocking. “Heard things aren’t going so well for you.”Johnson glared at him. “I’m not in the mood for your games, Kyle. Get to the point.”Kyle stepped inside, looking around the room with exaggerated interest. “Nice place you’ve got here. Shame if you couldn’t afford to keep it.”“Get out,” Johnson snapped.“Relax,” Kyle said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I’m just here to give you a little advice. Father’s serious about cutting you off, you know. He’s already been talking about grooming me as his replacement.”Johnson’s jaw tightened. “He wouldn’t.”“Oh, he would,” Kyle said with a grin. “But hey, maybe you can turn things around. If you’re smart enough.”“Don’t act like you’re here to help,” Johnson spat. “You’ve been waiting for
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Max walked out of the hospital room, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets. He was lost in thought when he collided with someone.“Oh, I’m so sorry!” the woman cried out, her voice trembling. She stepped back, hastily wiping her tears.“It’s alright,” Max replied gently. His eyes narrowed as he recognized her. “Molly? Molly, is that you?”Her head shot up, her tear-streaked face confirming his suspicion. It was Molly, the waitress he had helped a few weeks ago. Her eyes were swollen, and she looked utterly defeated.“Max?” she said, her voice shaky. “I—I didn’t expect to see you here.”“What’s going on?” Max asked, concern flooding his tone. “Why are you crying? Did something happen?”Molly shook her head at first but then broke down again, unable to keep it together.“It’s... it’s my dad,” she sobbed. “He’s really sick, Max. And we don’t know how much time he has left.”Max placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “What happened? Tell me everything.”She hesitated, glancing arou
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“Max, look at this place,” Molly whispered, eyes wide as they stepped into the opulent auction hall.“I’ve never seen anything so glamorous—it’s like a grand theater.”“It certainly is impressive,” Max murmured, his gaze drifting over the crimson carpeting and glittering chandeliers.“Let’s head further inside and see if we can find where the special medicine might be listed.”“Right,” Molly replied, her voice trembling slightly.“I just hope we can afford it once the bidding starts.”A sudden commotion drew their attention to one side of the hall, where a crowd had gathered around a tall, impeccably dressed man.“Who is that?” Molly whispered, craning her neck.“Everyone’s fawning over him.”A nearby onlooker murmured excitedly, “That’s Elliot Stoke, Sulivan Stoke’s son. Can you believe he showed up in person?”Another man chimed in, thrusting a lacquered box forward.“Mr. Stoke, please accept this antique timepiece as a token of my admiration. My family has benefited greatly from yo
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The grand hall of the auction house was heavy with anticipation, murmurs rippling through the elite crowd like waves in a tense sea.Crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow over the room, but the focus was on the auctioneer standing beneath the spotlight.Max leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. Molly, beside him, fidgeted nervously. She glanced at the catalog, her fingers tapping against it as her eyes darted to Max.“Max, the medicine lot is coming up,” she whispered urgently.“What if someone outbids us?”He smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes.“Let them try. It’ll be fun.”Across the room, Johnson Kingsley was doing his best to impress Elliot Stoke, whose cold demeanor screamed power.“This next item,” the auctioneer announced, lifting a velvet cover to reveal a stunning Chinese jade bracelet, “is a one-of-a-kind artifact from the Qing Dynasty. Bidding starts at two million dollars.”Johnson’s hand shot up before anyone could blink.“Three million!”The crowd
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The private lounge of the auction house was cloaked in silence, the air thick with tension as Elliot Stoke’s icy gaze bore into Johnson Kingsley.Johnson shifted uncomfortably under the weight of Elliot’s disapproval, the glass of whiskey in his hand trembling slightly.“Sit,” Elliot commanded, his tone cold and sharp as a blade.Johnson obeyed, sinking into the leather chair like a scolded child.“Elliot, I—”“Spare me the excuses,” Elliot interrupted, swirling his drink as if contemplating the man’s worth.“You embarrassed yourself out there. You let some no-name walk all over you.”Johnson flushed, his jaw tightening.“That guy—he’s not normal. Did you see how Red Fang treated him? Calling him ‘Young Master’? There’s something off about him.”Elliot leaned forward, his voice a dangerous whisper.“I don’t care if he’s the Emperor of China. He’s in my way, and I don’t tolerate obstacles.”Johnson opened his mouth to argue, but Elliot cut him off again.“Do you want my support, Johnso
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Max braced himself, gripping Emily’s still body against his chest, his breath coming in sharp, frantic gasps. The alarms shrieked around him, the fortress walls vibrating under the weight of imminent destruction.Nine.His mind raced, clawing for a solution, but there was nothing left. No more plays. No more desperate maneuvers. He had chosen Emily over the world, and now, he would watch civilization crumble because of it.Eight.Red Fang’s voice crackled over the comms, barely audible over the blaring sirens.“Max! Say something! We’ve got seconds left—what the hell do we do?”Seven.Max clenched his teeth, staring at the AI terminal, where the final override sequence was locked behind encryption too advanced for even Molly to break.Six.This was it.Five.He bowed his head, pressing his forehead against Emily’s, his hands tightening around her limp form.I’m sorry.Four.He closed his eyes.Three.Then—Everything went dark.The sirens cut off instantly.The red lights dimmed. The
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Max’s heartbeat slammed against his ribs. His grandfather’s lifeless body lay at his feet, blood pooling beneath him, but there was no time to process it.Because the world was about to be wiped clean.Max spun toward the AI core—an enormous cylindrical structure of shifting holograms and pulsating code. The hum of its power vibrated through the walls, through the very air itself. It was alive, intelligent, evolving.Emily was still strapped into the mainframe.Her eyes flickered between reality and the digital abyss, her breath shallow. Wires pulsed beneath her skin, feeding the AI the final pieces of data it needed to destroy civilization.Molly’s voice cracked through Max’s earpiece, filled with barely controlled panic.“Max, listen to me! I’m inside their system, but I—I can’t override it!”Max gritted his teeth, rushing to Emily’s side. He grabbed the restraints, trying to pull them off—She screamed.Max recoiled as her body convulsed, veins darkening under the strain of the AI’
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The fortress was falling apart.Alarms blared. Red emergency lights painted the walls in violent flashes. Steam hissed from shattered pipes. Sparks rained from the ceiling as the AI core overloaded, its hum growing into an eerie, mechanical wail.But none of it mattered.Not the ticking countdown to destruction.Not the chaos raging through the collapsing stronghold.Not the bodies of fallen soldiers littering the halls.Because at the center of it all, standing amidst the wreckage like a king watching his empire burn, was Reginald Montgomery.Max didn’t hesitate.He stepped forward, his breath ragged, his body thrumming with exhaustion and fury. His knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists, eyes locked onto his grandfather.Reginald simply smiled.“You’ve finally made it,” he said smoothly. “Tell me, Max—does it feel like victory?”Max didn’t answer. He lunged.Max’s fist shot toward Reginald’s jaw, fast and brutal. But the old man moved like a specter.Reginald dodged effortlessly,
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The first explosion had barely settled before the fortress’ defenses roared to life.Spotlights cut through the blizzard like ghostly eyes, sweeping across the frozen wasteland, searching. Alarms blared through the compound, their shrill wails swallowed by the wind. The Omega Initiative’s soldiers—men bred for war, unseen in any official records—emerged from the stronghold like shadows made flesh.Max didn’t stop running.Snow kicked up in his wake as he sprinted across the ice, weaving between jagged formations of frozen rock. Gunfire ripped through the storm, red tracer rounds illuminating the battlefield in violent flashes.Red Fang was a blur beside him, moving with lethal efficiency, his rifle coughing out suppressed bursts. Two soldiers dropped before they even saw him. Another tried to pivot toward Max—only to be met with a blade to the throat.Max had no time to waste.“We breach in thirty seconds!” he barked over the comms. “Keep them off me!”Red Fang grinned, slamming a fre
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Elliot, lying prone beside him with a sniper rifle trained on the compound, whistled under his breath. “Drones, AI security, mercenary teams that don’t exist on paper. Reginald really pulled out all the stops.”Red Fang checked the charge on his rifle, his expression unreadable. “No one has ever breached it?”Molly’s voice crackled through the earpiece from their base camp, miles away. “Not even close. The entire perimeter is controlled by predictive AI. If it detects a pattern in movement, it doesn’t just react—it counteracts. Meaning if you make one mistake, the system will learn and adapt. It won’t let you make another.”Max’s fingers flexed against the ice. Reginald had built more than just a fortress.He had built a throne.And he was waiting.Max outlined their infiltration in quick, clipped words. Speed was key.Elliot would take out the external security nodes, disrupting Omega’s automated defenses long enough for them to move in.Red Fang would neutralize the patrol teams, ke
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The underground bunker was dimly lit, the soft hum of servers the only sound in the room. Max sat alone at the war table, staring at a map of the world—pins scattered across it, marking every possible location Reginald could be hiding.His mind was a battlefield.How do you fight a ghost? How do you outmaneuver a man who spent his entire life playing the long game?His thoughts were interrupted by the sharp buzz of a secure line.Red Fang.Max answered immediately. “Talk.”There was silence on the other end, just the faint sound of wind whipping through a comm.Then Red Fang’s voice, quiet, but heavy with something unreadable.“I found him.”Max’s grip on the phone tightened. “Where?”Another beat of silence.Then—“Antarctica.”Max frowned. “That doesn’t make sense.”“It does if you think like him,” Red Fang muttered. “No one looks for kings in exile, Max. The bastard set up a fortress. Black-site level. Military-grade security. We’re talking an entire hidden compound in the middle o
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His name had been wiped from financial records. His assets erased. His connections severed.To the public, he had ceased to exist.And that was exactly what Reginald wanted.Isolate him. Cut off his resources. Force him into hiding.It was a masterful move—one Max would have admired if it wasn’t meant to bury him.But Max wasn’t playing defense.He was going to war.The safehouse had never felt smaller. No lavish Montgomery estate, no high-tech security—just four people in a dimly lit underground bunker, surrounded by outdated computers, scattered weapons, and a war board covered in red string.Max leaned over the table, studying the scattered intelligence. The room smelled of burnt coffee and cold metal.“We’re cut off,” Elliot muttered, flipping through the latest intel reports. “No money. No influence. No backdoors. The world thinks you’re dead, Max.”Max didn’t look up. “Good.”Elliot scoffed. “Good?”Max finally met his gaze. “If the world thinks I’m dead, it means Reginald does
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The room felt colder than it should have. Not physically—Max had seen worse conditions—but in that way where the air thickened with something unseen. Dread. Anticipation. A promise of war.Max sat at the head of the table, his team gathered around him. The glow from Molly’s laptop cast sharp shadows on her face, her fingers flying over the keys. Red Fang stood with his arms crossed, his usual easy arrogance dulled by the sheer scale of what they were up against. Elliot leaned back in his chair, staring at nothing, while Emily scrolled through endless financial reports on her tablet, her lips pressed into a thin line.They were quiet. Not because there was nothing to say, but because none of them knew how to say it.Max did.“This war isn’t like the last one.” His voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. “The Architects fought with control. They manipulated governments, economies, entire systems to keep their power intact. But The Omega Initiative? They don’t want con
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The safehouse was silent.Not because no one had anything to say—but because no one could process what they had just heard.Max stood rigid, his hands clenched at his sides, staring at the screen where the encrypted transmission had just delivered the most insane revelation of his life.Elliot’s voice was the first to break the stillness.“Tell me I didn’t just hear that right.”Molly looked pale, her fingers frozen over the keyboard. “You did.”Red Fang exhaled sharply. “This is insane, even for us.”Max finally found his voice. Low. Controlled. Dangerous.“Say the name again.”The defector on the other end hesitated. The voice modulation crackled slightly through the speakers, distorted but clear enough.“The leader of the Omega Initiative… is Reginald Montgomery.”Silence.Max’s breath came slow, measured. Too controlled.He shook his head once. No. Impossible.“I saw him die,” Max said, his voice like stone. “I put a bullet in his heart. I watched the life drain from his eyes. His