His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0148

A gleaming red Porsche rolled to a halt at the community’s threshold.

Given the age of the neighborhood, the roads were tight. Alexander narrowed his eyes at the last available parking spot and, with a steady hand, guided the car ever

closer.

“Huh? That’s not Cirroc.”

Carmela, steadying Missus Thompson, eyed the Porsche from afar. Her excitement quickly soured into annoyance, and she spun on her heel to head back.

“Happy birthday, Grandma!”

Amber, with Olivia in tow, stepped out from the passenger side, beaming.” Remember her, Olivia? This is your great–grandma, and over there is your aunt.”

Olivia, ever so polite, began to greet the family, but the response was muted.

The Braine family’s kin and comrades, who trailed after Carmela with hopes of ogling her son’s new wheels, then found their gazes glued to the Porsche that had just upstaged the anticipated arrival.

The bright red Porsche HBLY–GT stood out with its sleek curves and the gentle purr of its engine, exuding an aura of luxury that was hard to miss.

Most of the relatives gathered were from the countryside, not quite accustomed to the finer things in life. They could not name the make of the car, but they knew it was a cut above the usual Audis, Toyotas, and Volkswagens that dotted their streets.

“Amber.”

A relative with a stutter approached, grinning ear to ear. “Nice ride! Haha. When did you guys get this? Must’ve cost a pretty penny, huh? What was it, seven or eight

thousand dollars?”

fortune, more than enough to buy the most common van back in

+ 15 BONUS

eight thousand dollars? Try

even reply. “Don’t think you can fool me. I’ve

all show and no go, nothing

Cirroc’s ride!”

shook her head, not bothering

arm. With the other, she gently led her grandmother, whose

with wrinkles, toward the courtyard.

called out, following them for

She pointed at the lone parking

Alexander, who was in the car, “You, the

you can park

is reserved for Cirroc. We don’t need your

joke of a car

ང ཁ

wheel of the Porsche, frowned ever

biting words confirmed why Amber preferred to keep her distance.

“Is this Alex?”

into the Porsche with narrowed eyes, then shook her head

a tinge of regret.

laying eyes on Alexander, and she had to admit, the guy was. easy on the eyes. However, how on earth did he end up as a live–in son–in–law? Amber, such a sweetheart, married to

“Hey there, Grandma!”