The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 147

Chapter 147

Marco stormed into the room, his anger barely contained.

Charles Kingston sat comfortably, flanked by Bill and a few bodyguards from Vermont.

"Marco, you're here to join the fun too?" Charles grinned, leaning back in his sofa.

"Charles, I transferred my money. You said Vermont National Life Group would enter Vancouver, but why hasn't it happened yet?" Marco demanded.

Charles chuckled, swirling his drink.

"I promised they would come, but I never said it would be today. Be patient, Marco. Are you already running out of money? I heard your gigolo business is thriving. Those old ladies are practically throwing their fortunes at you."

Everyone in the room was aware of Marco's primary business, but hearing Charles mock him still stung-especially since it was his money that had been lost.

"I heard your sister, Jasmine Kingston, is stopping the expansion. My money-l want it back."

"She did?" Charles laughed, the sound casual, almost amused.

"Marco, if you're too scared to take a loss in business, maybe you shouldn't be in it. The stock will reach Vancouver when the time is right-just not now."

"And remember, you invested through Bill, not me. I'm just the middleman."

Marco clenched his fists, understanding all too well that Charles had no intention of returning his

And he didn't dare demand it from Bill.

His eyes darkened. "Charles, would it be a problem if I helped you... control your little sister a bit?"

Charles raised an eyebrow, then smirked.

money.

"Please. However you plan to change her mind, that's your business. The only thing I can promise is that I won't interfere. Hell, I might even support you."

"Fine." Marco lifted his chin, looking proud, arrogant. "I know some guys-a gangsters who'll do the dirty work for the right price. It's time to teach you how to control your little sister."

He turned and walked toward the door, his footsteps echoing in the silence. Charles didn't bother looking up.

He smiled lazily, taking another sip of his drink. "Just don't die."

Jasmine Kingston were

called her "Immortal" for a reason-no matter how many tried

figures dressed in

moment they stepped in, an unsettling stench

foul mix

them, thick and suffocating, yet Bill welcomed

to one of Bill's managers

"They are disciples of Vetala. They deal in poison and black

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Charles frowned, his skepticism evident. "People ill believe in

The manager's expression darkened.

above a breath. "Mr.

magic requires a transaction with demons, with the dark side. And

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something about the manager's

against his glass, cold seeping into

with the two figures, their conversation hushed,

when all three of them suddenly turned to look at Charles and chuckled, his gut

very,

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arrived, filling the

chandeliers glowed overhead, casting soft light over the luxurious

performed on the main stage, drawing polite applause, while

her mother, and Jack, her younger brother- stood near one of

was practically glowing with pride, while Jack looked

drifting over the champagne fountains and

this! And to think one

to keep her tone modest. "Mom, I'm just a partner. The Kingston family still holds the majority. I'm a smaller

Florence cackled, throwing a smug glance at a passing

the Kingstons, we'll never have to worry about money again. Right,

his tone

in the dough now, how about financing me a new car? Something flashy, maybe a

already give you more spending money than

dumped all my savings into Vermont National Life. Now, I'my begging for

ically

knuckles tightened around

you get the chance, buy with your own

the corner of her eye, she caught sight of