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.

family’s land was nestled in the mountains, with pristine scenery and top-notch water quality. The soil was rich, and

the land, rarely

What, then, was happening?

said, his voice low and steady. “Think back for me. Before everyone started getting sick, did anything unusual

widened as if struck by a sudden realization, and he

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crops started dying. However…..”

face. “The factory folks claimed their purifiers would prevent any

A pharmaceutical factory?

in Alexander’s gaze. Without wasting another moment,

going to check out

those words, he

up

a

your way around, so he’ll guide you

the earnest Asher Chesire

off

them about five or six miles north of the Chesire estate, right to the base of Abason

“We’re here, Alex!”

ahead, his voice tinged with a hint of innocence. That’s the pharma plant. Rumor has it the owner’s a northerner,

Jackmans from

He parked the Porsche by the curb and strode with Asher

park’s entrance.

“What’s your business here?!”

over, batons at their waists. “Got an

his head quickly. “We’re just

to conduct

have reason to believe the villagers’ sickness is tied to your waste

An inspection?

wary glances, then sneered at Alexander. “Who do you think you are, demanding an inspection? Don’t

strutted off

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crops started dying. However…..”

trailed off, uncertainty clouding his face. “The factory folks claimed their purifiers would prevent

A pharmaceutical factory?

wasting another moment, he said, “Everyone, head

those words, he

hold up

young man with a buzz cut by his side. “Meet my son, Asher. You don’t know your way around, so he’ll

shotgun, he revved up the cherry-red Porsche and sped off

journey took them about five or six miles north of