The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145

Kafe Mansion, Vermont – Early Morning

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Jericho Kane, the wealthiest lord in all of Vermont, sipped his tea in the heart of what he called a “garden“—though it more closely resembled a small forest, artfully tamed to appear wild.

Tall pines and manicured undergrowth rustled in the breeze, while the sweet scent of damp soil hovered in the cool morning air. Across from Jericho sat Vetala, an elderly man with a slender frame and an ageless glint in his dark eyes.

A bodyguard strode in, halted by Jericho’s side, and leaned down to whisper.

“What?” Jericho murmured, his brow creasing in disbelief. “Harlan and Luke are dead?”

His hand clenched around the fine porcelain teacup, and a wave of anger washed over his sharp features.

Harlan was no mere associate he was Jericho’s ultimate weapon in Vancouver.

Luke, on the other hand, had been trusted with guarding Charles Kingston, another piece of Jericho’s larger plan.

“Who did it?” Jericho demanded, voice vibrating with fury. “Who dared touch my men?”

The bodyguard cleared his throat, choosing his words with care.

“It’s rumored Harlan was killed by Hugo, his own right–hand man sir. But… it’s also said he died just minutes after declaring war on Jasmine Kingston.”

“Jasmine Kingston?” Jericho repeated, narrowing his eyes. He drummed his fingers on the ornate wooden table, each tap louder than the last.

“And Luke?”

“He was killed during a chase. He went after Kelly Kingston, that girl who’s close to Jasmine.”

Jericho inhaled slowly, a spark of annoyance flashing in his gaze.

“Kingston…” he hissed through clenched teeth.

Vetala leaned forward, gently setting his teacup aside. “Mr. Kane, this situation seems more complicated than it appears.” Jericho raised an eyebrow, his attention shifting to the old man. “Tell me.”

Vetala stroked his beard, recalling the previous day’s events.

“Harlan called me for help curing his son. He mentioned he was busy tracking someone who’d injured the boy. I planned to meet him today… but now he’s gone.”

His voice quivered with an undercurrent of suspicion. “I think he was set up.”

Jericho’s cold stare intensified. “And Luke? Did someone set him up too?”

“It’s possible,” Vetala replied. “Luke died chasing Kelly. She should have succumbed to my Aphrodite poison, yet not only did she survive, but she also took Luke’s life in the process.‘

“Clearly, someone powerful is interfering. I fear that someone is baiting them–intent on killing both of them–and baiting you in the process.”

Jericho eased back in his chair, his mind racing.

He had reserved all his resources to control Vancouver, confident that the Kingston family was his only obstacle in the city— Charles Kingston already in his pocket.

It was Jasmine Kingston who posed the real problem.

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Now, it was clear that another hand was at work—an unknown player who could prove far more dangerous if he acted rashly.

Verala spoke again, his voice low and cunning. “Sir Kane, I believe have a plan to handle this without drawing too much attention to ourselves.”

Jericho gestured for him to continue.

“Harlan’s family,” Vetala reminded him.

“The Drakes. They have a powerful presence,here in Vermont and operate the Drake Group. Their Vancouver branch was under Harlan’s supervision. Perhaps you can demand they recover whatever stuff we lost. Force them to do your bidding–let them pick a fight off your behalf.”

Jericho’s lips curved into a wry grin.

“The Drakes… yes. Jarvis Drake is a King’s soldier, a lieutenant commanding thousands of men. I’ll make them do the dirty work. And whoever’s lurking in the shadows will be forced to show themselves.”

Vetala returned his grin, his eyes glinting with equal mischief. “How about Luke?”

Jericho chuckled darkly when Vetala brought up Luke once more.

“Yes, Luke was my disciple,” he said with a dismissive shrug.

“But I have hundreds, if not thousands of disciples. Losing a few here and there is a small price to pay for victory.”

Drake Family Mansion, Vermont – Afternoon

The Drake family convened in a grand hall lined with ancestral portraits.

Anxiety clung to the air like a mist, thick and stifling.

Their Vancouver branch lay in ruins, its assets seized by newly empowered authorities there–Vancouver Securities.

And as if that weren’t bad enough, Jericho Kane had come calling with demands for repayment.

At the head of the room, the family’s aging patriarch surveyed his kin.

He was frail in appearance, yet his voice carried the hardened resolve of a man who’d fought for his family’s survival for decades.

“Sir Kane invested three hundred million into Harlan’s operations on Vancouver,” the patriarch announced, his ton

“He wants that money back. In a week.”

Silence dropped like a hammer.

Some looked away, as though the patriarch’s eyes were spotlights searching for a scapegoat.

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A hot–tempered man in his fifties slammed his fist on the table. “That damned Kane has no loyalty! Uses us when he sees fit, then throws us aside the moment we fail.”

A woman with a delicate face and an air of practiced detachment exhaled a curl of cigarette smoke before crushing the butt into an ashtray.

“Loyalty? Jericho Kane is loyal only to himself. Even his own family would be targets if they blocked his path.”

A tense hush followed.

“So what do we do?” someone asked, voice taut with fear.

The patriarch pressed his knuckles onto the table.

“We have one option. We call Jarvis. We’ve put a fortune into securing him a rank in the military. It’s time he earned his keep.”

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Vancouver – Late Evening, Outside the Drake Family’s Secret Mansion

Engines roared through the night as a convoy of military vehicles arrived in formation.

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Headlights cut through the darkness, revealing the mansion’s imposing iron gates.

When the vehicles halted, row upon row of soldiers climbed out in precise unison, their collective presence crackling with discipline and threat.

A stern–faced commander stepped forward to the lead vehicle and saluted. “Sir, we’ve arrived!”

The door to the armored car opened, and Lieutenant Jarvis Drake emerged.