The Divine Healer: From Prison Trash to Global Sovereign

Chapter 7

Damian Cross gripped the edge of a mahogany table to hide his violently shaking hands, his face turning completely pale under the harsh glare of the chandeliers. His phone buzzed relentlessly against his palm, flashing dozens of flashing red liquidation warnings that signaled the total collapse of his family's offshore assets.

If the newly revealed governors publicly exposed that they had never heard his grandfather’s name, or if they handed the multi-billion-dollar medical license to another firm, his entire facade would shatter. He would lose his absolute psychological grip over Chloe, and his plan to absorb the Sterling family fortune would be permanently ruined.

Chloe Sterling rushed tightly to his side, her teeth chattering with a desperate, manic panic as she clutched his damp sleeve. "Damian, look! The heavens are entirely on our side tonight, the governors are stepping up to the microphones right now!" she whispered frantically.

"They must have already received our official recommendation from the Divine Healer, just as your grandfather pushed for us!" Chloe added, her eyes wide with a desperate, unyielding greed. "Once we sign this master license, we can use the capital to completely overwrite everything Chairman Thomas just did!"

Damian managed to nod along, desperately forcing a confident expression onto his pale face as he clung to her words. The Sterling Corporation was, after all, the most promising medical enterprise remaining in the province, and no other local company possessed their massive distribution network.

Before Dustin and Seraphina could even turn toward the exit, Julian Sterling stepped forward to block them from leaving the center of the room. His face was twisted in deep, ungrateful malice as he adjusted his rumpled tuxedo jacket, glaring down at Dustin's tattered tracksuit.

"Enjoy your petty, final seconds of winning, ex-con," Julian hissed venomously, crossing his arms with an arrogant sneer. "You got lucky with the chairman’s contract, but once our family name is officially announced for this master license, Chairman Thomas and the investors will come back running to us, while you and this homeless parasite will be wiped out of this city permanently!"

Dustin Grey simply let out a low, ice-cold smirk, his profound gaze completely unfazed by the younger man's empty threats. Julian had absolutely no idea that Dustin had personally ordered Commander Jones to command these global medical governors to attend this specific banquet tonight.

The governors had not arrived on their own timeline; they had come running over the heads of their advisors the moment the Sovereign Ring issued the absolute mandate. Every single piece of the trap had been meticulously laid to deliver the ultimate execution of the Cross and Sterling families.

"The exclusive recipient of the supreme multi-billion-dollar medical distribution license..." the lead governor announced clearly into the microphone, his deep voice instantly cutting through the suffocating tension of the crowded ballroom.

"Based on full capital restructuring and unyielding legacy rights, the master license is officially awarded to the most rightful and convincing Vanguard Group!" the governor bellowed, pointing his hand directly toward the back corner. "Under the absolute ownership of Miss Seraphina!"

The surrounding investors and corporate tycoons instantly erupted into loud, ecstatic cheers, their previous panic completely forgotten. They had been desperately hoping for a legitimate distribution enterprise to be approved, giving them a powerful partner to secure massive future gains, development, and corporate profits.

Seraphina stood completely frozen in absolute, breathless confusion, her silver eyes widening as she stared at the flashing cameras. She had never even dreamed of a moment like this, especially since her birth family had been completely murdered and their original company had collapsed into ashes.

With the multi-billion-dollar banking contract Chairman Thomas had just promised her, and this supreme master distribution license in her hands, Vanguard Capitals was no longer a ghost. Her family's name would instantly become the ultimate dream and partner of every single enterprise on the continent.

The entire rest of the ballroom went completely, terrifyingly dead silent as the reality of the announcement echoed through the massive sound system. Chloe’s face turned an ugly, sickening shade of ash, her lifelong dream of high-society dominance completely shattered beyond repair in a single, agonizing second.

She sat frozen in absolute shock, utterly unable to comprehend how a homeless girl from the slums could suddenly achieve such legendary, unmatched wealth. She was completely unaware that Dustin's shadow network had manipulated the global governors from behind the heavy velvet curtains.

Damian sweated profusely, thick beads of cold sweat rolling down his forehead as his phone vibrated violently with consecutive liquidation alerts. The Sovereign Ring was systematically erasing his family's entire existence, stripping away his wealth and leaving him exposed as a naked fraud.

A desperate, crying Chloe grabbed Damian's arm, shaking him with a manic, terrifying strength before the remaining media reporters. "Damian, do something! Call your grandfather's connections immediately!" she shrieked frantically, her voice reaching a high, unhinged pitch. "Call the Divine Healer! Rectify this absolute disaster right now!"

Before Seraphina could even take a single step toward the grand stage to accept the golden contract, Chloe completely lost her remaining sanity. She leaped over the broken glass of the ruined display tables, charging straight toward Seraphina with a venomous, animalistic snarl.

"You homeless whore!" Chloe shrieked, her beautiful face turning an ugly shade of purple with raw greed and unbridled rage. "You seduced my ex-fiancé while he was locked away in a prison cell just so you two could plan this evil plot against my family! You're nothing but a leaching piece of trash!"

Commander Jones instantly stepped into the fray, his massive frame moving like an unyielding brick wall as he forced Chloe back with a single, icy look. Seraphina didn't retreat a single inch, her silver eyes remaining absolute ice as Dustin stepped subtly in front of her.

The sheer, suffocating gravity of Dustin's presence instantly forced Chloe to halt mid-stride, her breath catching in her throat as she stared into his dead, void-like eyes. Just as her frantic voice reached its highest peak, the heavy reinforced oak doors of the grand hall were suddenly, forcibly kicked open with a thunderous crash.

A highly armed company of international special forces marched inside, their heavy boots clicking uniformly against the marble floor as they drew their automatic weapons. They completely bypassed the hotel's panicked security team, marching in a straight, lethal line directly toward the center of the room.

The entire elite crowd gasped in primitive horror as the special forces commander strode past the tables and violently grabbed Damian Cross by his shoulder, pinning his arms behind his back. "Damian Cross, you are under arrest for international wire fraud, asset laundering, and corporate homicide," the commander roared.

Damian thrashed weakly against the iron grip, his smooth persona disintegrating completely as he looked at the weeping woman beside him. "Chloe, listen to me, I didn't do this!" he shouted frantically, his pale face covered in sweat. "I am being framed by these people! Don't believe them!"

Chloe’s desperate gaze slowly drifted from the handcuffed billionaire straight to Dustin, who was standing perfectly upright, a cold, dark smile playing on his lips. "You did this!" Chloe shrieked, pointing a shaking finger at him. "You plotted this entire evil too? I will make sure you regret this, you worthless criminal!"

The guards violently clicked the steel handcuffs around Damian’s wrists. He didn't look at Chloe anymore, a dark, murderous sneer spreading across his face as he leaned close to Seraphina, whispering so only she could hear.

"I truly regret that I didn't finish you off six years ago with the rest of your pathetic Vanguard family, girl," Damian whispered, his voice dripping with the raw malice of the original massacre. "But tonight, your entire line ends. I assure you!"

He then snapped his head toward Dustin, his eyes flashing with a hidden, murderous madness as the guards began to drag him backward. "You have absolutely no idea how deep this runs, ex-con," Damian hissed through his teeth. "You are playing with fire. You think a few cops can end my godfather's reach?"

"I won't spend twenty-four hours in a custody cell, and you will deeply regret ever trying me!" Damian threatened wildly, his voice echoing off the high ceiling as his boots scraped against the floorboards. "Enjoy your little victory while you can, because I am coming back to bury you both!"

Dustin Grey stood perfectly still as he watched the con artist get dragged away. He didn't say a word to the screaming man, but his internal monologue erupted with a terrifying, absolute dominance.

“You think some godfather’s backing can protect you?” Dustin thought, his freezing gaze locking onto the trembling, pale faces of Chloe and Julian. “Fine. Let’s see how they save you from me?”