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."

Kingston were that easy

how many tried to kidnap or kill her, none

after, two figures dressed

they stepped in, an

his nose at the foul mix of ash

suffocating, yet Bill

Bill's managers the man had come all the way from Vermont

are disciples of

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skepticism evident.

The manager's expression darkened.

a breath. "Mr. Kingston, please... don't do anything reckless

dark side. And every transaction must be paid

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about the manager's tone

fingers curled against his glass, cold seeping into his

with the two figures, their conversation hushed,

when all three of them suddenly turned to look at Charles and

was very,

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arrived, filling the venue with laughter

glowed overhead, casting soft

main stage, drawing polite applause, while below, guests

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

pride, while Jack looked bored out

gushed, her eyes drifting over the champagne fountains and carved ice

one

I'm just a partner.

still plenty!" Florence cackled, throwing a

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

though his tone held

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

more

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

ically

knuckles tightened around her

a few days. Sell when you get the chance, buy with your own

but out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Alex-and