All Chapters of King of War's Dominance: Chapter 161
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Auntie Uly suddenly appeared from the direction of the kitchen, holding a cloth in her hand. Her face looked slightly hesitant, but she still spoke up. “Mr. Thom…,” she said softly, then glanced briefly at Rachel. “Last night, I saw Miss Jasmine leave with a large suitcase.”That statement instantly changed the atmosphere.Auntie Uly continued, now more clearly, “Right, Miss Rachel? I also don’t know where she was going. At that time, I wanted to ask, but I was already sleepy, so I went back to my room.”Thom was still standing in front of Jasmine’s room, his phone in his hand. The screen had just shown something that made his blood boil.But upon hearing Auntie Uly’s words, he slowly lifted his gaze… and looked at Rachel.That gaze was sharp.Just for a moment.But enough to say everything.In a single second, Thom immediately understood that Jasmine hadn’t left on her own.She was forced out. And the one who did it… was standing right in front of him—Rachel.Without saying anything
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One of the men stepped forward, his face now more serious. He looked straight at Thom, as if to show that they were still in control. “Our boss is someone whose family you destroyed.” “She wants revenge on you. She is the only blood left of the Rolland family.” The man paused for a moment, then added in a deeper tone, “And she hates you very much. She is hungry… to kill you.” Thom did not react immediately. He simply tilted his head slightly, then smirked. “I see?” he murmured. “Where is she?” Thom asked. Without answering directly, another man walked toward the wall and pressed a button. A large screen lit up, displaying a live video feed. A few seconds later, a woman appeared on the screen. She stood confidently, wearing clothes that accentuated her figure. Her hair was neatly styled, and her lips were painted with bold red lipstick. Her smile was sharp. “Hey, Thom,” she said casually, her voice playful. “I’m Heramia Rolland.” She stepped a little closer to the camera.
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The heavy oak door slammed against the marble floor, splintering into fragments that skittered across the room like scattered bones. Dust particles danced in the dim light, slowly settling on the unconscious man bleeding at Heramia’s feet. Thom stood in the doorway. But something was wrong. His eyes swept the room in a fraction of a second—a habit carved into his bones from years of combat.Heramia’s men carrying Shenina immediately ran off with her to who knows where.Jasmine was tied to a metal chair in the center of the room, unconscious. Her wrists and ankles were bound with industrial-grade cable ties. There was a wound on her forehead, still bleeding.Heramia stood behind Jasmine, one hand resting casually on a lever connected to the floor beneath the chair. Her posture was relaxed. Too relaxed. Her smile was not the smile of someone afraid. It was the smile of someone challenging Thom.Twelve of Heramia’s guards stood in a semicircle behind her. Not amateurs like the ones at
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Heramia felt that victory was already within her grasp. She stood behind the iron chair where Jasmine was bound unconscious, her fingers still resting on the crushing lever beside her. Her twelve guards stood firmly in front of her, weapons raised, ready to shoot anyone who made a suspicious move.Somewhere inside this mansion, Shenina—Thom’s daughter—was being held captive by her men. In a few minutes, Heramia would give the final order. Two lives. Two destructions. Thom would lose everything, just as she had lost her family.“You know, Thom,” she said, her voice almost singing with the excitement she could no longer hide. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment since yesterday.”She looked at Thom, who stood still at the doorway, his hands at his sides, his face expressionless. There was no fear. No panic. But Heramia knew it was just a mask. Inside, she believed Thom was breaking.Heramia wanted to see that destruction.“My father and my brother may already be dead,” she continued, slo
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The cold marble wall became the only thing supporting Heramia’s body. Her legs had lost all their strength, just like her heart, now shattered into pieces.And then—she screamed.AAAHHH!Not an ordinary scream. Not a cry of anger or a sob of sorrow.It was the cry of someone whose world was collapsing right before her eyes. Her voice shattered the silence of the room, echoing among the bodies of her fallen men.“NO! THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE!”Heramia clutched her own hair, her fingers tearing out strand after strand. Her eyes were red, swollen, wild—but there were no tears. Only madness. Only despair too vast to be released.“I planned everything!”Her hand pointed toward the hole in the floor where Jasmine was supposed to fall. The place where she was meant to die. To be destroyed. To be torn apart at the bottom of the pit lined with sharp iron spikes.“She was supposed to die! You were supposed to watch her die right in front of you! You were supposed to feel what I felt!”Her voice cracke
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Cracks spread from the point where Thom’s fist struck, racing outward like a spiderweb forming in an instant. The white marble, nearly ten centimeters thick, fractured. Shattered. Leaving a hole as wide as the man’s fist. Fragments of stone scattered, striking Heramia’s legs. Her eyes widened. Impossible. Marble that hard. That thick. It couldn’t be destroyed with bare hands alone. Even with a steel hammer, it would take several blows to damage it. But Thom did it with a single strike. And on his hand, not even the slightest wound. Heramia lifted her face, and what she saw made her heart stop for a moment. Thom’s face had changed. Not just anger. Not just coldness. It was the face of a killer. The aura radiating from his body was so dense, so heavy, that Heramia felt her chest tighten. As if the air around her had frozen. Thom straightened his body. Tall. Majestic. Terrifying. And when he spoke, his voice had changed. No longer the voice of a man speaking to the wom
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Red Dragon immediately took out a special communication device—an encrypted unit used only to contact District War, an underground military intelligence network. Three rings sounded before a deep male voice answered from the other side. "This is District War. Passcode?" "Alpha-7-Niner-King," Red Dragon replied briefly. "The Founder requires tracking. Helicopter code: 99-NK-HU9. Highest priority." There were no questions. No hesitation. District War never asked why. They simply moved. Thirty seconds later, Red Dragon received confirmation. He closed the device and turned to face Thom. "King, District War has confirmed. That helicopter is registered as an active military asset.” Thom was not surprised. "Find out," he said, his voice low but firm. "Why a military helicopter can become the private property of Heramia Rolland. Who authorized it. Who covered it up. And who is still protecting the remnants of her father's network." Red Dragon nodded. "Understood, King." Thom turned
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An hour later, the atmosphere in Thom’s house was very different.Madam Yosie sat on the sofa with her arms crossed over her chest, her face sour. Beside her, Mr. Edmund paced back and forth restlessly, occasionally wiping the sweat from his forehead that had not dried for the past two hours.And in the middle of the room, Rachel was crying.Not a quiet, restrained cry. Not a dramatic, theatrical sob. This was a real cry—her face crumpled, her nose red, tears soaking her entire cheeks and dripping onto the pajamas she had been wearing since last night."I don’t know, Mother! I just... I was only gone for a moment! I took Shenina to the park because she was fussy, then I sat on a bench for a bit, and then—" her sobs clogged her throat."And then you got busy taking selfies," Madam Yosie cut in coldly. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at her daughter mercilessly. "You admitted it yourself. You were busy taking photos for Instagram, and when you were done, Shenina was gone."Rachel could
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Madam Yosie could no longer hold herself back. "What?!" her voice exploded, shattering the silence hanging in the living room. Her face flushed, her hands trembled, her index finger pointing at Thom. "You—you can't throw your own wife out! This is outrageous! This is insane! Rachel is your legal wife, Thom!”"Yosie." Mr. Edmund’s voice cut in. Not loud. But firm. Firm enough to make his wife pause for a moment.Madam Yosie turned, her eyes still wide. "What?! You’re going to let him treat our daughter like this?!"Mr. Edmund let out a long sigh. His eyes fell on Rachel, who was still standing in the middle of the room with a deathly pale face, dried tears on her cheeks, her lips trembling yet unable to make a sound."Rachel," Mr. Edmund said, his voice heavy. "I will not lie to you. What you did... was wrong. Very wrong."Rachel was stunned. "Father?!""You drove Jasmine out in the middle of the night out of jealousy," Mr. Edmund continued, his voice unwavering. "You took Shenina to
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Rachel nodded. Inside her chest, the last trace of doubt slowly vanished, replaced by the ambition she had long buried. She reached for Frank’s face, looked into his eyes, then hugged him tightly. "I will do it," she whispered, her voice full of determination. "I will make Thom divorce me. And after that, we will be rich. We will get everything back. Lanster Company, that elite house, the luxury cars—everything that should have been ours."Frank smiled in satisfaction. His hand stroked Rachel’s hair, letting the woman rest against his chest. In his mind, he had already imagined himself sitting once again in the grand office of Lanster Company, controlling the business empire that Thom had once taken from him."He will never know what’s coming," Frank said, his voice filled with false confidence. "He’s too confident. Too arrogant. Men like that are always easy to deceive."Rachel looked up. "Are you sure this will work?""Trust me, Babe." Frank kissed her forehead. "We’ve lost so much