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 chair,

resources

the city- Charles

was Jasmine Kingston who posed the real

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was at work-an unknown player who could prove far more dangerous if

his voice low and cunning. "Sir Kane, I believe have a plan to handle

for him

Vetala reminded

presence,here in Vermont and operate the Drake Group. Their Vancouver branch was under Harlan's supervision. Perhaps you can demand they recover whatever stuff we lost. Force them to do your bidding-let them pick a fight

curved into

a King's soldier, a lieutenant commanding thousands of men. I'll make them do the dirty work. And whoever's lurking in the shadows will

grin, his eyes glinting with equal mischief.

Vetala brought up Luke once

disciple," he said with a

hundreds, if not thousands of disciples. Losing

to pay for

Family Mansion, Vermont

Drake family convened in a grand hall lined

like a mist, thick

ruins, its assets seized by

weren't bad enough, Jericho Kane had come calling with demands

head of the room, the family's aging

his voice carried the hardened resolve of a man who'd fought for his

Harlan's operations on Vancouver," the patriarch

wants that money back.

like

looked away, as though the patriarch's eyes were spotlights searching

ave.

in his fifties slammed his fist on the table. "That damned Kane has

air of practiced detachment exhaled a curl of cigarette smoke before crushing the butt

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

A tense hush followed.

we do?" someone asked, voice taut with

patriarch pressed his

We've put

It's time he

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Late Evening, Outside the

roared through the night as a convoy of military vehicles arrived

the darkness, revealing the mansion's imposing