The Almighty Dominance

Two of Charles's men tore down the valley in a frenzy, only to find wo vehicles smashed together and pinned by a fallen tree. Sprawled on the ground was a corpse, the sight so grim it turned their stomachs. Instinct jolted them to draw their weapons, scanning every shadow with anxious eyes.

One guard snapped open his radio, voice tight with urgency. "Young Master, Kelly's out of the forest. Two of our guys got

wasted."

Chris's reply exploded through the speaker.

"Are you all braindead? She's poisoned and barely standing, yet you let her slip through? Worthless bastards! Either find her and drag her back, or don't bother coming home!"

"Yes, Sir." The guard's voice was clipped, dread rolling off him in waves. He signaled to the others. "She's weak and poisoned- move it!"

The four men dove into the trees like wolves on the hunt, their fear of failure overshadowed only by their fear of Chris.

Back in the study, Charles stood tall, his tone deceptively calm as he addressed Chris Nolan and Bianca.

"Our dirty laundry's about to hit the wind. I need both of you to get out of here and head straight to Vermont."

Chris tried to argue. "But-"

"No buts." Charles's voice cut like a blade. "If Kelly sings, Jasmine Il come for me. She could even drag my father into this. You both are dead! I won't let that happen."

He turned to Chris, "You used to be the greatest knight in Vancouver. In Vermont,

I expect you to rise above that-be more than a knight. Be superhuman."

Chris hesitated. "I'm a criminal. The only reason I'm here is because you promised to clear my record."

Asly grin slid across Charles's face. "In Vancouver, you are. In Vermont, you're free as a bird. Jericho Kane rules there, and he'll set you up."

"Fine." Chris grabbed Bianca's arm with a grunt. "We're leaving."

Charles pointed at the door. "The private jet's waiting.'

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Bianca lingered, glancing back at him. "And what happens to you??

low and

if I clean this mess properly, she won't have a damn thing

the door behind them when Luke and

contempt. "Pathetic. No wonder your own father passed you

throat, mock concern dripping from

your manners. It's rude to insult the idiot we're supposed to protect. Even if

"Why the hell

laugh rattled out of Bill. "So

them both, fury twisting his

Kane's disciples-sent to "protect him-but their

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contempt

icy calm into

one

longing like he owned the

hole like Kingston. Maybe Bill and I should just cut out the wait and claim your pathetic city

eyes flared. "Don't underestimate her. She

a cold laugh. "Elite? She'd be dog

"Then get the fuck unt there

clapping Charles on the

her, I'll enjoy every second with her. Maybe I'll record it for you-give you a front-row

turned Charles's face scarlet, his fists

after her for five

don't worry-I'll leave you with her after me if you beg hard

an engine followed as he tore

shame and fury warring in

closing in, mocking him for every poor decision he'd

Jasmine to lead instead of

conspired to siphon billions from Kingston

had secured a loan and

and called Jericho Kane. He wanted

his mind, he knew

still burned in his ears, calling him weak, impotent, a sad