The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 151

Charles Kingston lounged in the grand lobby, swirling a glass of champagne

between his fingers, when he caught sight of Jasmine slipping in through the front doors.

She settled near the reporters.

Charles finished his drink, rose, and sauntered over.

"Where are your bodyguards?" he asked, feigning casual interest. Usually you travel with half an army."

Jasmine met his gaze with y calm.

"Should I bring them here just so they can kill your men? They're all Kingstons, every last one of them. Why waste resources on family?"

Charles's lips twitched in a bitter smile. "If you don't want a fight, you might as well hand over everything "

"Why would I give you control of the Kingston name?" Jasmine's tone grew razor- sharp.

"Especially when today's your last day in power? Word around town is you can't even afford to pay your own bodyguards anymore."

Her taunt landed like a slap.

Charles's jaw tightened. She was right-he was bleeding money from every angle, and it was all because of Jasmine's relentless sabotage.

"So," he hissed, leaning in closer.

"Rumor has it you're using black magic to keep yourself safe. That's how you're staying on top-sacrifices, rituals, the whole dark mess."

Jasmine's eyes narrowed. "Don't be ridiculous. I've never dabbled in that nonsense, and you know it."

Charles snorted. "Who knows what you've done behind closed doors? I heard you used dark sorcery to trick Father into giving you the Kingston empire."

"You're insane," Jasmine shot back, rising from her seat. "Your desire has turned you into a lunatic."

"You're the lunatic," Charles snapped, his voice trembling with rage.

"Demons, witches... I've got people coming who know how to handle your kind. You think you're the only black magic? My darkness will erase yours. By dawn, you'll be nothing but a memory."

who can wield

"Charles, are you crazy?" she warned, her voice echoing against the ornate pillars, "they've poisoned your mind with this superstitious filth. You're risking everything-"

But he was already gone, stalking away to set his plan in motion.

Jasmine sighed as Kingston gave Charles everything, yet he still felt it wasn't enough.

provides enough to satisfy every man's

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clothes-were cutting through Marco's hired gangsters like wolves through a herd

bursts, muzzle flashes lighting

the air. Yet, these two monsters remained invulnerable to every attack,

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the pavement in long, gruesome

cracked like dry wood. He choked on

swung a knife through another gangster's throat; the man gurgled in horror as his life spilled down

terror, each kill feeding the

snuffed out, they stood taller, exuding a strange,

eyes bulging with terror. His voice was drowned

behind a row of parked cars. Sweat

regretted every decision that led him

hired these men to take out Alex-supposedly an easy contract if he brought enough

Tom were slaughtering

watched them tear through men he'd once considered the toughest in

blood-soaked hand and casually wiped his mouth. "What a bunch of trash," he spat, stepping over a corpse. "I'm not even

at Marco's trembling form

wiping the blood off on his sleeve. "Now it's your turn,

at least put up

stood resolute, face set in grim determination. "Your black magic doesn't

enough souls to

like a blade drawn from its sheath. "I've seen your brand of evil before. It's as weak as a shadow in the midday sun."

body coiling like a

an inhuman burst of speed, he barreled toward Alex-aiming a blow that could splinter bone and flatten any normal

But Alex moved faster.

by the throat in one

eyes bulged, his feet lifting inches off

on Tim like the weight of

come," Alex intoned,

and

dark energy had infused him now leaked away as if Alex's grip siphoned

went limp, his eyes rolled back,

pavement like

from behind. He swung a wild haymaker at

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never landed. Alex stood unyielding, an immovable

and Tom was sent flying as though struck

a thunderous crash; bones

onto the ground, gasping like