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.

turned to Wilhelm at his side and commanded in a low growl, “Wilhelm, get the Yablons on the line. Tell them they’ve got ten

his phone and punched in the

tycoon of Woolpackton, head of the Yablon

Roughly ten minutes passed.

you lost your sight? On your own ground, someone had the gall to touch my

hallway snapped to the source of the

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spa, clad in a robe with mask residue on her face, flanked by an elder in green and four

and she was

Gael had been dealt

had taken turns slapping him silly for a solid

his face was now a battered mess, swollen and bloody, beyond

“Mister Hardy.”

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 expression turned stormy. “You

have hurt my son-in-law!”

Yablon father-daughter duo. Before the Yablons had climbed the ranks, his own Ghost Sword was the undisputed champion of Province Town. However, ever since

voice was calm, almost detached, as he held Amber’s hand and faced the Yablons. “Gael crossed

Ol’ Mare is branching out to Woolpackton. Your Yablon Pharma Group will supply the

without any compensation. However, all

before he threw his head back and laughed. “So that’s why Mister Hardy snubbed me. You’re the puppet

town spit out someone like you? New Chesire Group… So, you’re that Chesire’s son-in-law, Alexander? And the woman

the stoic elder in green robes beside him, giving a respectful nod. “Mister Lacombe, this isn’t just about the Yablon family’s honor.

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