The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 145

Kafe Mansion, Vermont - Early Morning

Jericho Kane, the wealthiest lord in all of Vermont, sipped his tea in the heart of what he called a "garden"-though it more closely resembled a small forest, artfully tamed to appear wild.

Tall pines and manicured undergrowth rustled in the breeze, while the sweet scent of damp soil hovered in the cool morning air. Across from Jericho sat Vetala, an elderly man with a slender frame and an ageless glint in his dark eyes.

A bodyguard strode in, halted by Jericho's side, and leaned down to whisper.

"What?" Jericho murmured, his brow creasing in disbelief. "Harlan and Luke are dead?"

His hand clenched around the fine porcelain teacup, and a wave of anger washed over his sharp features.

Harlan was no mere associate he was Jericho's ultimate weapon in Vancouver.

Luke, on the other hand, had been trusted with guarding Charles Kingston, another piece of Jericho's larger plan.

"Who did it?" Jericho demanded, voice vibrating with fury. "Who dared touch my men?"

The bodyguard cleared his throat, choosing his words with care.

"It's rumored Harlan was killed by Hugo, his own right-hand man sir. But... it's also said he died just minutes after declaring war on Jasmine Kingston."

"Jasmine Kingston?" Jericho repeated, narrowing his eyes. He drummed his fingers on the ornate wooden table, each tap louder than the last.

"And Luke?"

"He was killed during a chase. He went after Kelly Kingston, that girl who's close to Jasmine."

Jericho inhaled slowly, a spark of annoyance flashing in his gaze.

"Kingston..." he hissed through clenched teeth.

Vetala leaned forward, gently setting his teacup aside. "Mr. Kane, this situation seems more complicated than it appears." Jericho raised an eyebrow, his attention shifting to the old man. "Tell me."

Vetala stroked his beard, recalling the previous day's events.

"Harlan called me for help curing his son. He mentioned he was busy tracking someone who'd injured the boy. I planned to meet him today... but now he's gone."

His voice quivered with an undercurrent of suspicion. "I think he was set up."

Jericho's cold stare intensified. "And Luke? Did someone set him up too?"

"It's possible," Vetala replied. "Luke died chasing Kelly. She should have succumbed to my Aphrodite poison, yet not only did she survive, but she also took Luke's life in the process.'

"Clearly, someone powerful is interfering. I fear that someone is baiting them- intent on killing both of them-and baiting you in the process."

in his

all his resources to

his only obstacle in the city- Charles Kingston

who

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it was clear that another hand was at work-an unknown player who could prove far more

and cunning. "Sir Kane, I believe have a plan to

gestured for him

Vetala

in Vermont and operate the Drake Group. Their Vancouver branch was under Harlan's supervision. Perhaps you can demand they

lips curved into a

lieutenant commanding thousands of men. I'll make them do the

eyes glinting with equal mischief. "How about

when Vetala brought

he said

if not thousands of disciples. Losing a few

small price to

Mansion, Vermont -

convened in a grand hall lined with ancestral

air like a mist, thick and

ruins, its assets seized by newly

as if that weren't bad enough, Jericho Kane had come calling with

of the room, the

appearance, yet his voice carried the hardened resolve of

Harlan's operations on

wants that money

like

patriarch's eyes were spotlights

ave.

man in his fifties slammed his fist on the table. "That damned Kane has no

an air of practiced detachment exhaled a curl

to himself. Even his own family would be targets if they

A tense hush followed.

do we do?" someone asked, voice

pressed his knuckles onto the

have one option. We call Jarvis. We've

military. It's time he earned his

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- Late Evening, Outside the Drake

through the night as a convoy of

darkness, revealing the mansion's imposing