The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147

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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–I 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.”

If only Jasmine Kingston were that easy to handle.

People called her “Immortal” for a reason–no matter how many tried to kidnap or kill her, none had ever succeeded.

Not long after, two figures dressed in black entered the hall.

The moment they stepped in, an unsettling stench filled the air.

Charles wrinkled his nose at the foul mix of ash and decaying blood.

It clung to them, thick and suffocating, yet Bill welcomed them without hesitation.

“Who are they?” Charles asked, turning to one of Bill’s managers the man had come all the way from Vermont with him.

The manager hesitated before nodding toward the newcomers. “They are disciples of Vetala. They deal in poison and black magic.”

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Chapter 147

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“Black magic?” Charles frowned, his skepticism evident. “People ill believe in that nonsense?”

The manager’s expression darkened.

He leaned in and whispered, his voice barely above a breath. “Mr. Kingston, please… don’t do anything reckless with them.

Black magic requires a transaction with demons, with the dark side. And every transaction must be paid for—with life and blood.

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Charles scoffed, though something about the manager’s tone unsettled him.

His fingers curled against his glass, cold seeping into his skin.

Then Bill spoke with the two figures, their conversation hushed, unreadable.

But when all three of them suddenly turned to look at Charles and chuckled, his gut twisted.

Something was very, very wrong.

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As time passed, more guests arrived, filling the venue with laughter and conversation.

Crystal chandeliers glowed overhead, casting soft light over the luxurious setting.

A well–known entertainer performed on the main stage, drawing polite applause, while below, guests sipped wine and exchanged pleasantries.

Sophia and her family–Florence, her mother, and Jack, her younger brother–stood near one of the grand buffet tables.

Florence was practically glowing with pride, while Jack looked bored out of his mind.

“Wow, Sophie,” Florence gushed, her eyes drifting over the champagne fountains and carved ice sculptures.

“Just look at this! And to think one day, this might all be under your name.”

Sophia tried to keep her tone modest. “Mom, I’m just a partner. The Kingston family still holds the majority. I’m a smaller stakeholder–secondary, really.”

“Secondary is still plenty!” Florence cackled, throwing a smug glance at a passing guest.

“Once we’re tied to the Kingstons, we’ll never have to worry about money again. Right, Jack?”

Jack perked up, though his tone held a wry edge.

“Sure, sure. But Sis, if you’re raking in the dough now, how about financing me a new car? Something flashy, maybe a convertible?”

Sophia’s patience thinned. “I already give you more spending money than you need. Manage that first.”

Jack’s expression soured. “I was managing fine, until I dumped all my savings into Vermont National Life. Now, I’my begging for coins on the street.”

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Sophia’s knuckles tightened around her wineglass.

“Then do me a favor, little brother–hang tight for a few days. Sell when you get the chance, buy with your own money, and quit bothering me about it.”

She turned away, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Alex—and Jasmine.