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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deserted parking lot, Tim and Tom with cold eyes and blood-splattered clothes-were cutting through

bursts, muzzle

Yet, these two monsters remained

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

devastating punch to the sternum. The man's ribs cracked like dry wood. He choked on a scream, collapsed, and never drew another

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

terror, each kill

taller, exuding

freaks?" a surviving gangster shouted, eyes bulging with terror. His voice was drowned by the wet snap of

a row of parked cars.

decision

take out Alex-supposedly an easy contract if

Tim and Tom were slaughtering

crouched, he watched them tear through men he'd once

his mouth. "What a bunch

at Marco's trembling form and sneered.

neck, wiping the blood off on

you'll at least

in grim determination. "Your black magic doesn't scare me," he said quietly, taking a

echoed across the lot. "We've sacrificed enough souls to become unstoppable,” he roared. "No one can stand

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

lethal intent, his body coiling like a panther about to

inhuman burst of speed, he barreled toward Alex-aiming a blow that could splinter

But Alex moved faster.

the throat in one fluid

eyes bulged, his feet lifting inches off the ground. Power radiated from

like

Alex intoned, voice low. "All

convulsed, terror and agony twisting

now leaked away as if Alex's grip siphoned

eyes rolled back, and with

like

Tom's roar from behind. He

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impact never landed. Alex stood unyielding, an immovable

and Tom was sent

into a concrete wall with a thunderous crash; bones cracked, and a tortured scream tore from his

ground, gasping like a fish out