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."

only Jasmine Kingston were that easy to

many tried to kidnap or

after, two figures dressed in black entered the

an unsettling

wrinkled his nose at the foul mix of ash and

and suffocating, yet Bill welcomed them without

turning to one of Bill's managers the man had come all the way from Vermont

newcomers. "They are disciples of Vetala. They deal in poison

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evident. "People ill believe in

The manager's expression darkened.

above a breath.

dark side. And every transaction must be paid for-with

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about the manager's tone unsettled

curled against his glass, cold seeping into

two figures,

turned to look at Charles

was very, very

***

guests arrived, filling the

glowed overhead, casting soft light

the main stage, drawing polite applause, while below, guests sipped wine and

family-Florence, her mother, and Jack, her younger brother-

while Jack looked bored

eyes drifting over the champagne

And to think one day, this might all be under your

modest. "Mom, I'm just a partner. The Kingston family still holds the majority. I'm

is still plenty!" Florence cackled, throwing

tied to the Kingstons, we'll never have to worry about money

his tone held

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

more spending money than you need. Manage

managing fine, until I dumped all my savings into Vermont National Life.

ically

tightened around her

days. Sell when you get the

the corner of her eye, she caught