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

how many tried to kidnap or kill her,

after, two figures dressed in

in, an unsettling stench filled

wrinkled his nose at the foul mix

them, thick and suffocating, yet Bill welcomed them without

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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Charles frowned, his skepticism evident. "People ill

The manager's expression darkened.

his voice barely above a breath. "Mr. Kingston, please... don't do

a transaction with demons, with the dark side. And every transaction must

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scoffed, though something about the manager's tone

curled against his glass,

the two figures,

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

was very, very

***

arrived, filling the

casting soft light over the luxurious

on the main stage, drawing polite applause, while

and Jack, her younger

glowing with pride, while Jack looked bored out

over the

this! And to think one day,

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

cackled, throwing a smug glance at a passing

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

up, though his tone held a wry

if you're raking in the dough now, how about financing me a new car? Something flashy, maybe a

give you more spending money than you need.

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

ically

knuckles tightened around

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

of her eye,