His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0350

At the heart of Zabaleta, the Ol‘ Mare Seaside Grand Hotel stood silent as a tomb.

The hotel was a ghost town, its staff and patrons chased off by a squad of burly men in black, leaving only three men lounging in the lobby.

Alexander, George Pay.

“This is some fine Colombian Gold coffee. Excellent flavor.”

Alexander cradled his cup, savoring the vibrant coffee with an air of ease, ignoring the men in black–about 20 of them–standing guard. He flashed a smile and offered, “George, Ray, have a taste.”

George and Ray, aware of Alexander’s real identity as ‘Sir Kane‘, did not bother with the muscle around them. They joined in the coffee session, the mood light and easy.

“So, you’re the big shot running Ol‘ Mare city, Alexander?”

A young woman in a classic dress stood out from the crowd of men in black, her eyes fixed on the trio. Her

voice was melodious, almost enchanting. “Five years back, my cousin, young and foolish, made a huge blunder. However, that’s Saunders family business, nothing to do with Mister Kane.

“Tell me, why are you stepping in to help Andrew, Mister Kane? Are you looking to pick a fight with the

Saunders family? Or do you really think you can rule Ol‘ Mare and be untouchable?”

breathtaking, her presence alone

she stood as the brightest star

generation. Even her father, Blaine Saunders, would fall silent in her

authority was a gift from the family’s revered elder, a testament to her brilliance as Saunders‘

chief advisor.

must be quite sharp to deduce that Andrew got his intel from me,

young and foolish doesn’t excuse your

world.”

said icily, “Go back to where you came from.

locked on Alexander and his companions, ready to

family,” the young miss declared. At her side, her father, the formidable Blaine Saunders, gripped a jagged iron blade, his eyes dark and stern on Alexander. “Remember, this isn’t Ol‘ Mare. You’re in Zabaleta

family is untouchable, and you are no exception to

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his presence swelling with an almost palpable intensity, was like a predator on the verge of attack. His eyes glinted with a lethal light, and the iron blade he wielded was

wry smile on his

He arranged the coffee set, preparing

voice calm and measured, “Thinking of challenging me? You’re not in my league. There’s still time

family’s pride, the eldest son of the patriarch, a man who had eschewed the cutthroat world of business for the discipline of martial arts. Not yet fifty, and he had already reached the zenith of his power, his energy unceasing,

the other leading families of Zabaleta–the Ledgers and the Campbells–spent fortunes to hire Envoys, the Saunders never had the need. With Blaine as their guardian, their position was