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."

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"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.

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lot, Tim and Tom with cold eyes and blood-splattered clothes-were cutting through Marco's hired

out in stuttering bursts, muzzle flashes

air. Yet, these two monsters remained invulnerable

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the ground, contorted in lifeless heaps. Blood painted the pavement in long, gruesome streaks. A thug lunged at Tim with a

The man's ribs cracked like dry wood. He choked on a scream, collapsed, and

gangster's throat; the man gurgled in horror as

symphony of terror, each kill feeding the

stood taller,

was drowned by the wet snap of bone and the final wail of

of parked cars. Sweat

regretted every decision that led him

men to take out Alex-supposedly an easy

slaughtering his

where he crouched, he watched them tear through men

"What a bunch of trash," he

Marco's trembling form

his neck, wiping the blood off on

"I hope you'll at least put up

black magic doesn't scare me," he said quietly,

sacrificed enough souls to become unstoppable,” he

"I've seen your brand of evil before. It's as weak as a shadow in the midday sun."

lethal intent, his body

Alex-aiming a blow that could

But Alex moved faster.

the throat

feet lifting inches off the

like

has come," Alex intoned,

convulsed, terror and agony twisting

as if

rolled back, and

the pavement like

roar from behind. He swung a wild haymaker at

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impact never landed. Alex stood unyielding,

burst from him in an invisible wave, and Tom was sent flying as though

wall with a thunderous crash; bones cracked,

the ground, gasping