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 that

matter how many tried to kidnap

after, two figures dressed in black

moment they stepped in, an unsettling

wrinkled his nose at the foul

thick and suffocating, yet Bill welcomed

managers

before nodding toward the newcomers. "They are disciples of Vetala.

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magic?" Charles frowned, his skepticism evident.

The manager's expression darkened.

in and whispered, his voice barely above a

side. And every transaction must be

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though something about the

curled against his glass, cold

spoke with the two

all three of them suddenly turned to look at Charles and

very, very

***

guests arrived, filling the venue with laughter

chandeliers glowed overhead, casting soft light over the

drawing polite applause, while below,

younger brother- stood near one of the grand

practically glowing with pride, while Jack looked bored out

gushed, her eyes drifting over the champagne fountains and

think one day,

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

plenty!" Florence cackled, throwing a smug glance

Kingstons, we'll never have to worry

up, though his tone held

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

thinned. “I already give you more spending money than

expression soured. "I was managing fine, until I dumped all my savings into Vermont National Life. Now, I'my begging

ically

knuckles tightened

a favor, little brother-hang tight for a few days. Sell when you get the chance,

out of the corner of her eye, she caught