His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0150

The minutes ticked by swiftly.

Carmela was still on a tirade, demanding Alexander move his car, backed by a

chorus of minions relatives echoing her every word.

her

“You’re Amber’s husband, Alexander, right?” Cirroc’s patience was wearing thin as

glared at Alexander. “Your car’s causing a blockage. What’s your game here? Maybe I should call my dad to sort this out?”

The mention of his dad, Gavin, hushed the relatives. Gavin, a civil servant with no small amount of clout, was well–connected with the city’s elite. If he stepped in,

Alexander would be in for a world of trouble.

Then, a series of sharp honks cut through the tension.

Two sleek transport trucks from the dealership pulled up, one behind the other. The young saleswoman who had been on the phone stepped out. Spotting Alexander in the crowd, she hurried over, her face a picture of deference. “Mister Kane, your cars

have arrived!”

She turned to Amber with a respectful nod and said, “Miss Chesire, care to join us?”

Alexander moved closer, gently taking Amber’s hand, and with a swift motion, he scooped Olivia into his arms. He then opened the rear door of the Porsche, offering a warm smile to Patrick and Susanne inside. “Dad, Mom, come check out your

surprise.”

shared a knowing look before emerging from

back seat.

there you were, hiding out in the

paused, her irritation giving way to a chuckle. “Look who’s here. Not

scared I’ll hit you up for cash? The whole family knows you

and now you’re skipping

tug, and the silent couple followed Alexander

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footsteps to the community’s

swung open. The Braine family’s relatives crowded around, eyes wide with curiosity. The Porsches inside shrouded in canvas,

covers.

“Let’s see it!”

at Patrick and Susanne. “Dad, Mom, this is my way of showing you

Chesire and

boxes to

tarp from the

a jaw–dropping

the midday sun, a sleek black and a fiery red

an ineffable

headlight, mirror, tire, and spoiler was flawless, striking

executive style and racing spirit. It was crafted

that seemed to flow like water.

they’re the Porsches!”

crowd of onlookers at the neighborhood’s entrance, someone finally recognized the cars. They whipped out their phones and snapped pictures in a frenzy, shaking with excitement. “Heavens,

its way