His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

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That afternoon, at four o’clock, some 200 kilometers from the hustle of Ol’ Mare, lay Amber’s old stomping

grounds-the Chesire family farm.

It was a slice of rural life, tucked away in the boonies with craggy mountains for neighbors and a village that

time forgot. The Chesires were the local success story, the one family who had made good in the city, and the

village’s pride and joy.

“Alex’s here!”

“Let’s roll out the red carpet, folks-Alex’s the Chesire family’s pride and joy!”

“Wait, he married into the family? So he’s the one being kept? What’s he gonna do about the mess we’re in…”

The villagers were all abuzz at the Chesire crossroads, even before Alexander pulled up.

Then, with a flash of red, his Porsche sliced through the country quietly, easing to a stop before the curious

onlookers.

“Which one of you is Mister Kashton Chesire?”

Alexander stepped out, all charm and smiles. “So, what’s the word? No need to rush. Just lay it on me.”

Amber’s uncle, or Kashton as he was known, was the head honcho around these parts. He pushed through the

crowd, his face lined with concern. “You must be Alex. Our village…”

Over the past few months, a mysterious wave of sickness had swept through the village. Those who sought

medical attention at the county hospital were met with a startling discovery: they all suffered from stomach

ailments linked to poor dietary hygiene, ranging from mild ulcers to early-stage stomach cancer. Fear gripped

the entire village.

“We’ve scraped together some cash to get the county’s environmental experts to check things out, and they assured us our water’s clean,” Kashton explained, his face etched with worry as he let out a heavy sigh.

“We were hoping that maybe Patrick, who’s made it big in the city, could hook us up with some legit experts. If this keeps up… Well, it’s just bad news.”

Alexander’s brow creased in thought.

in the mountains, with pristine scenery

the land, rarely needing

What, then, was happening?

started getting sick, did anything

Kashton’s eyes widened as if struck by a sudden realization, and he began

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crops started dying. However…..”

factory folks claimed their purifiers would prevent any environmental damage,

A pharmaceutical factory?

of insight flickered in Alexander’s gaze. Without wasting another moment, he said,

going to check out that

words, he turned to

up a

young man with a buzz

your way around,

no objections. With the earnest Asher Chesire riding shotgun,

off toward Abason

miles north of

“We’re here, Alex!”

out the window at a sleek industrial park up ahead, his voice tinged with a hint of innocence. That’s the pharma plant. Rumor has it the owner’s

Jackmans from the

parked the Porsche by the curb and

park’s entrance.

“What’s your business here?!”

at their waists. “Got an appointment? This factory’s off-limits to

a sheepish grin, shaking his head quickly. “We’re just looking around outside.

here to conduct an

a wave of his hand, his tone composed and detached. “I have reason to believe the villagers’ sickness is tied to your waste disposal. If you’re on the level, you’ve got nothing

An inspection?

you think you are, demanding an inspection? Don’t

strutted

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crops started dying. However…..”

clouding his face. “The factory folks claimed their purifiers would prevent any environmental damage, and

A pharmaceutical factory?

flickered in Alexander’s gaze. Without wasting another moment, he said,

he turned to

up

cut by his side.

earnest Asher Chesire riding shotgun, he revved up the cherry-red

six miles north of the Chesire estate, right to