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

many tried to kidnap

dressed in black entered

they stepped in, an unsettling stench

the foul mix of ash and decaying

them, thick and suffocating, yet Bill

of Bill's managers the

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

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frowned, his skepticism evident. "People ill believe in

The manager's expression darkened.

leaned in and whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "Mr. Kingston, please... don't do anything reckless

dark side. And every

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something about the

his glass, cold seeping into his

spoke with the two figures, their conversation hushed,

them suddenly turned to look at Charles and chuckled, his

very,

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filling the venue with laughter

glowed overhead, casting soft light

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

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

while

her eyes drifting over the champagne fountains and carved ice

think one day, this might

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

cackled, throwing

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

up, though his tone

if you're raking in the dough now, how

already give you more spending money

dumped all my savings into Vermont National

ically

tightened

tight for a few days. Sell when you get the chance, buy

corner of her eye, she caught