His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

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Maurice and Eve were fired.

They were beaten up by the security guards before scrambling off, sobbing loudly.

“You all as well!” Henry turned to look at the remaining saleswomen furiously. “Playing with your phones during work? You didn’t welcome the customers at all. The purchasing contract had been signed. Didn’t you all see Mister Kane and Miss Chesire’s names? Are you all blind?”

The saleswomen were trembling. Tears streamed down their faces. They had indeed seen Alexander and Amber’s names when they were signing the contract. However, they were lowly folk. They had no idea who Alexander and Amber were.

“Although they were terrible, they didn’t offend us.” Amber could not bear to be too cruel. She said gently, “Deal with them according to the company’s rules. Don’t make things any more difficult for them. I’ve also once worked low-level jobs before. Mister Compton, you can let it go.”

Henry’s anger finally dissipated. He bowed at Amber before turning and harrumphing at them. “I’ll dock your pay as a fine. If this happens again, you’ll be fired immediately!”

The saleswomen were relieved. They bowed at Amber gratefully. “Thank you, Miss Chesire! We won’t make the same mistake again! We promise!”

Amber merely hummed and held Alexander’s hand.

moment, one word

ask for a better

Chesire, Mister Alexander.” After dealing with the staff, Henry finally thought about business. He bowed at them guiltily. “I blame myself for today’s incident. Please don’t take it to heart.

Henry and said

them leaving before turning to look at George. He said

and sneered. “You can’t even see what Boss and Miss Chesire are trying to say, yet you call yourself

Severn, do you always

looked at the red Porsche leaving the sales center with respect gleaming in his eyes. When the

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was not an exaggeration. It was an

underworld of Ol’ Mare had been subdued. Although there might still be a few stray thugs in Woolpackton, it did no harm. Rectewald Mall operated

a professional manager was managing it, but only a few underworld bosses knew that it was already one of New Chesire

a doubt,

Ol’ Mare…” At that moment, in Zabaleta, a

a five-star hotel presidential suite, muttering to