His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

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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?”

woman was breathtaking, her presence alone

male–dominated family, she

Saunders, would

the family’s revered elder, a testament to her brilliance

chief advisor.

got his intel from me, but you’re still playing in the minor leagues.”

“Being young and foolish doesn’t excuse your cousin’s blunder, nor does it concern the Saunders family.

world.”

clan and said icily, “Go back to where you came from. I’d like to

Saunders bodyguards stepped up, their eyes locked on Alexander and

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 now.

Zabaleta, the Saunders family is untouchable, and you are no exception to this unwritten

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was like a predator on the verge of attack. His eyes glinted with a lethal light, and the iron blade he wielded was enveloped in a visible

on his lips,

Blaine. He arranged the coffee set, preparing coffee by steeping it with

his coffee did he look up at Blaine, his voice calm and measured, “Thinking of challenging me? You’re not in

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

the Saunders never had the need. With Blaine as their guardian, their position was rock–solid. “Andrew’s death, my nephew’s blood,