?<strong>Chapter 908:</strong>


    His body locked in ce, every fiber of Charlie’s being hoped, prayed that it wasn’t true. But reality was as cruel as it was undeniable. His daughter, Aarya,y inside that bag.


    “Ahhh—Jayden Owen!” Charlie screamed, cradling Aarya in his arms, his body shaking uncontrobly. “What did you do to my daughter, you beast?! I’ll kill you!” He looked down at her face, so fragile, so broken. His heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Aarya had been everything to him. Unable to have more children, he knew she was the one thread that tied him to the future—the one who would carry on the Hudson name.


    But now, his only child was dead.


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    Charlie howled in grief, rocking Aarya in his arms, but there was no one tofort him—certainly not Jayden. “When you schemed against Elyse just to please your daughter,” Jayden said calmly, with the same detachment one might have when discussing the weather, “you should’ve known I’d eliminate any threats to Elyse’s safety.”


    Charlie’s hand tightened around the gun. The beast inside him now took control. He stood, his movements slow but deadly, and aimed the gun at Jayden’s head. “You killed my daughter,” Charlie growled, his voice cold and final. “Now I’ll send you to apany her.”


    “Bam!” Blood sprayed in an arc, sttering across the ground as Charlie’s body crumpled to the dirt. For a brief moment, the world seemed to stop, and a profound silence settled over the deste town. The eerie stillness returned, as though death had once again imed this forgotten ce.


    Jayden stood over Charlie’s lifeless body, his lips curling into a sneer. Charlie still clutched his daughter, even in death. Jayden shook his head, the disdain clear in his voice. “I told you. You were surrounded by my men. But you had to walk this path. You should have seen thising.” Charlie’s fate had been sealed long before he stepped into this trap. Jayden had a sniper trained on him, biding his time, waiting for the moment Charlie made his move. And now it was over.


    With his hands casually tucked into his pockets, Jayden gazed at the dead man. “The legend of the Hudson family is finished,” he murmured. “Next, it’s the Owen family’s turn.”


    Charlie had never realized, even in his final moments, that his entire downfall was caused by Enzo from the start. If Charlie were to rise as a vengeful ghost, his wrath would undoubtedly be aimed at Enzo.


    With Charlie gone and no one left to lead the Hudson household, Jayden could dismantle the remaining fragments with ease. Without their leader, they wouldn’t be able to muster any serious resistance.


    Jayden turned away from the scene, already thinking ahead. His mind wandered to Elyse. Their rtionship had grown distant over the months, but now, he felt the urge to rekindle what was once there. She had grown fiery in his absence, her temper more vtile than ever. But he liked the challenge.


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