All Chapters of Supreme Authority: Chapter 11
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Chapter 11
Still, no matter how high one climbs, one should never forget kindness—even kindness from a frail old man whose life was fading away like twilight at dusk.Alex knew he could cure that old man effortlessly now—his current strength made it child's play.Silently, Alex slipped toward Caesar Fairchild's opulent suite on the fourth floor.He calmly opened the heavy oak door—only for Karen Fairchild, Sophia’s grandmother, to storm out from the shadows, her eyes blazing with bitter hatred.The frail, sickly woman mustered a shocking burst of strength, striking Alex's face with brutal, savage force.The sharp slap cracked through the air like a whip, reverberating in the ornate chamber.Her voice dripped venom and fury, slicing the thick silence like a rusted blade:“I knew it! I knew you’d come, you shameless bastard!”“I just want to see Grandpa,” Alex growled at the vile old woman, whose fragile bones would crumble to dust with just a flick of his finger.Karen grabbed her walking stick,
Chapter 12
Olivia staggered back, one hand clutching her burning cheek, breath caught in her throat.Her eyes went wide as she stared at the stranger who had just struck her.“You—you crazy bitch! Who the hell do you think you are?!” she shouted, voice cracking with fury.Gasps rippled through the hospital parking lot. Nurses froze mid-step. Orderlies and patients stood stunned. Even the security guards traded uneasy glances.The woman didn’t flinch. She stepped forward, the sharp click of her heels slicing through the silence. Her voice was ice.“Someone who doesn’t tolerate filth like you,” she said. “You spew lies so easily, I doubt you’d recognize the truth if it hit harder than I just did.”Olivia’s lips trembled, but nothing came out. The weight of every stare pressed down on her harder than the slap had.Beside her, Jack groaned on the pavement, both hands cupping his groin, his voice a broken whimper.“Urghhh… my… god…”The head of security wiped sweat from his brow and stepped forward,
Chapter 13
The ride was quiet. Too quiet.Alex hadn’t said a word, hadn’t even glanced at her. Cassandra wasn’t used to that.People usually tried to make small talk, offer a polite smile, something.But Alex just sat there, calm and distant, as if she didn’t exist. It was like riding next to a storm that hadn’t broken yet.They rolled up to the Miller estate late in the afternoon.The car slowed to a stop in front of the mansion’s wide front steps. The guard sprang forward, opening the door.Cassandra stepped out first, heels crunching on the gravel.Alex followed, his eyes sweeping the grounds with a soldier’s precision before locking on a man in a dark suit waiting near the entrance.The man bowed slightly. “Miss Dupont. Sir. Welcome. Lord Miller hasn’t returned yet. He asked me to personally guide you to the young lady’s room.”“Thank you, Martin. Please lead the way,” Cassandra said, her tone all business.A few minutes later, Martin stopped in front of a door, opened it, and stepped aside.
Chapter 14
“Doctor, her vitals are dropping!” The nurse’s voice cracked, fear carved deep in her eyes as the monitor screamed with plunging numbers.Dr. Cole’s composure shattered. His gaze darted from screen to syringe, breath shallow, hands tightening around the metal like a drowning man clutching driftwood.This wasn’t supposed to happen. The dosage was correct. The medicine was perfect. But if she died—God help him—his career was over.The Millers would skin him alive.The patient convulsed violently, body arching. A gush of thick, amber liquid spilled from her mouth—the same color as the drug he’d injected.Moments later, a tide of crimson followed, blood mixing with the bile, soaking the sheets in a sickening mess.“Crash cart! Now!” Cole barked, voice trembling, sharp as glass.Chaos erupted. Nurses tore across the room, yanking cords, dragging equipment, snapping oxygen masks into place.The defibrillator was slapped onto a tray, hands fumbling, hearts racing.Adrian stood frozen, his wo
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Adrian’s lips pressed into a hard line, his chest heaving as he fought to steady himself. “Grandfather… she was fine at first. Then Dr. Cole—he gave her the medicine, and her… her vitals dropped.” His voice cracked as he caught the look of disappointment in Lord Miller’s eyes.Dr. Cole’s hands trembled, sweat dripping down his face as he stammered, “I—I followed the procedure, sir. I… I don’t understand—”“Silence.” Lord Miller’s voice cut like a blade. His cold stare locked on the doctor as he stepped forward, his presence heavy and suffocating.“Who are you,” he growled, voice low and dangerous, “to meddle in my granddaughter’s life without knowing the risk?”Dr. Cole’s face drained of color. His shoulders hunched inward, shrinking beneath the crushing weight of the old man’s wrath.Lord Miller didn’t wait for his excuse. He snapped his head toward the others. “Where is the healer my sworn brother sent?”Adrian’s jaw tightened. Hesitation flickered in his eyes, but before he could
Chapter 16
Alex drew in a slow, steady breath, his eyes sweeping over the room. Then he spoke, his voice calm but absolute.“I want everyone not directly helping me out. Now.”The order cut through the air like a blade. One by one, the nurses and guards hesitated, exchanged uneasy glances, then slipped out. In moments, only Lord Miller, Cassandra, Adrian, and Martin remained.Alex tilted his head slightly, locking eyes with Lord Miller. His tone sharpened.“Before I begin, I need certain things prepared.” He started listing, his words precise and deliberate.“A large brass basin, deep enough to reach the elbow. Three buckets of warm, clean water.A bowl of powdered snow-ginseng root—at least fifty years old. If that’s not possible, mountain ginseng of equal age. A sealed jar of black spirit salt. A strip of unbleached silk, two fingers wide.A pine branch, freshly cut, no longer than my arm, bark stripped clean. Two lotus oil candles. Pure—no mixtures. And…” His gaze narrowed on Miller, unflinch
Chapter 17
Less than twenty minutes had passed, though to the four onlookers it felt like hours. Finally, Alex lifted his hands from Jessica’s body, his movements steady and precise.“It’s done,” he said, his voice calm but carrying weight. He leaned back on his heels, the tension in the room thick as smoke.“Her body is now as healthy as any normal person’s. All she needs is rest.”For a heartbeat, silence. No one dared move.Adrian stood frozen, his eyes flicking from Jessica’s still form to Alex, searching for a trick, a flaw, anything.“You… you’re saying she’s fine? Just like that?” His voice cracked with disbelief, as if the words themselves fought him.Alex didn’t answer immediately. He set the silk strip aside with deliberate care, then pulled the blanket Cassandra had brought back over Jessica’s waist.“Yes. The poison is gone. What’s left is only exhaustion. She’ll wake naturally once her strength returns.”Cassandra’s hand covered her lips, her wide eyes locked on him. She had seen ev
Chapter 18
Cassandra snapped her head around. “What? Where are the guards?”Alex’s eyes narrowed, his voice flat. “They’re gone.”A chill clawed up Cassandra’s spine. “That’s impossible. They should’ve—”“Quiet,” Alex cut her off, his tone sharp as a blade. He tapped the glass. “Keep driving. Don’t stop.”The driver’s knuckles whitened on the wheel. The engine howled as he slammed harder on the gas. Cassandra twisted to look back—two black cars were closing in fast.“They’re gaining!” she cried.Alex leaned forward, his voice a command. “Don’t slow down. Take the east turn. Now!”The driver jerked the wheel. Tires shrieked against asphalt, the car tearing forward. But the black sedans mirrored every move, circling like wolves.One pulled up, headlights blazing, then slammed into their bumper. The jolt rattled the entire car. Cassandra gasped, clinging to the handle above her head.“What the hell is wrong with them?” she panted.The driver swerved, barely missing a narrow alley. Another car darte
Chapter 19
The man who strutted like a king minutes ago was nothing now—broken, filthy, crawling in his own shame.Cassandra’s chest tightened, but not from fear. Fascination gripped her instead. She wanted to see how far he could fall.“Answer her,” Alex said, his tone flat, his head tilting toward Cassandra like the motion of an executioner’s blade.The man’s gaze snapped to her, eyes wide, frantic. “I—I can’t! If I talk, I’m dead! Please—”Alex crouched low, meeting him eye to eye. His voice was steady, but carried the weight of ice. “You’re already dead. The only choice left is whether you die with your secret or your confession.”Then Alex straightened, stepping back. “He’s all yours.”Cassandra closed the gap, her heels crunching against the gravel with every step. She stopped over him, her shadow falling across his ruined face.“Speak. Now. Who sent you?”His chest heaved. He wanted to lie, but Alex’s silent figure loomed in the corner of his vision like a dark omen.The boy… no, the thin
Chapter 20
When they entered the private room, the air was heavy with sweat and fear.The old man lay on the bed, pale and shaking, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. His eyes rolled back as if something unseen had its claws in him, tearing from within.Beside him, a young girl shot up from her chair. Barely nineteen, her face was streaked with tears, her eyes swollen and red. “S-sis!” she cried, rushing straight into Cassandra’s arms.“Candice.” Cassandra’s voice broke as she pulled her close, cupping her trembling face. “Tell me. What happened?”“He just collapsed,” Candice stammered, her lips quivering.“He said his chest hurt—then his legs, then everywhere. They’ve been testing him all night, but nothing—nothing—makes sense!” More tears fell, clinging to her lashes like broken glass.She whirled toward the doctors, her voice sharp as a blade. “What is happening to him? Why does my grandfather look like this?!”An older doctor stepped forward, adjusting his glasses with a shaking hand.“M