His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0205

Gael’s father-in-law, Bram Yablon, head of the Yablon clan, became a household name. The Yablon Pharma Group’s smashing entry onto the NASDAK ballooned the family fortune to billions, catapulting them into Woolpackton’s elite.

For Gael Bram was the last hope, the ace up his sleeve. Even the shadowy figures who pulled the strings in

Woolpackton’s underworld heavyweights tipped their hats to Bram.

“Your father-in-law, Bram?”

Drake paused, then stepped closer to Alexander, his voice a hushed murmur, “Mister Kane, I know Bram. He’s not the one to worry about-it’s the muscle behind him that’s chilling.”

He leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper, “The pharma market’s a gold mine, and the big players-the super- families-are all diving in. I can’t say who’s got Bram’s back, but the word on the street is…they hail from the

north.”

The north? That got a chuckle out of Alexander.

Regulus Windsur, the north’s mightiest, was his turf, where he reigned supreme-a one-man army, the legendary Lord of War, Alexander himself!

“Mister Hardy.” Alexander’s lips twitched into a sly grin as he eyed Drake.

“Only a sharp mind can lead Woolpackton, and a sharp mind knows the game.”

“Let’s see just how sharp you really are!”

The influence Bram wielded was a force not even he would dare cross. Yet, there stood Alexander, whose prowess was nothing short of breathtaking. With a mere flick of his wrist, he effortlessly took down the famed ” Ghost Sword” Wilhelm, a master of the mystical energy transformation realm.

this time, ready to risk not only my fortune but also my life

Drake said.

a low growl, “Wilhelm, get the Yablons on the line. Tell them they’ve got ten minutes to show up. Any longer,

and punched in the number with

Woolpackton, head

Roughly ten minutes passed.

hallway. “Drake, have you lost your sight? On your own ground, someone had

all eyes in the hallway snapped to the source of the

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stepped out of a spa, clad

Gael, and

had been

slapping him silly for

a battered mess, swollen and bloody,

“Mister Hardy.”

Nery stood Bram in a sharp gray suit, his face etched with lines that hinted at a life just tipping past fifty. His eyes flicked to Gael, and his

have hurt my son-in-law!”

was the undisputed champion of Province Town. However, ever since Bram’s sudden ascent, this old man had become his shadow. His true power was a mystery, but the whispers in the town’s underbelly were certain-he

faced the Yablons. “Gael crossed my wife. I won’t bore

Pharma Group will supply the facilities and equipment, worth no less

take Gael back without any compensation. However, all you’ll

he threw his head back and laughed. “So that’s

“Ol’ Mare, huh? When did this backwater town spit out someone like you? New Chesire Group… So, you’re that Chesire’s son-in-law, Alexander? And the woman with you has to be

respectful nod. “Mister Lacombe, this isn’t just about the Yablon family’s honor. It’s about the big boss’s reputation, too. I’m

once and