His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0648 What should happen? Carson stood a good distance away, trembling all over like he was in a windstorm, his legs shaking so badly he could barely keep upright.

"Boss, I—I..." His voice shook as he stumbled forward. Suddenly, he broke down, bowing deeply to Alexander and Amber. "Mister Kane, Miss Chesire, I'm begging you, please have mercy on me! "I didn't know who you were before, and I was rude. Please, I'm asking you to let me off the hook! I've got a mom in her seventies, and a little one back home who's just started school..." Amber, who had been standing by Alexander with a stern expression, felt a tug at her heartstrings when Carson mentioned he had a child.

Her own Olivia was only six, just starting first grade. Carson might be a scoundrel, but he had a kid who needed him...

carson.” She nibbled on her lower lip, her voice soft but firm, "Today, you dodge a bullet, but you're not off the hook. You've gota kid to raise, so I'll cut you some slack. You're fired from Spring Sunshine Travel Agency, and you're banned from guiding tours ever again.

"Can you live with that punishment?"

Could he ever? To Carson, it was like winning the lottery without buying a ticket—a second chance at life! Miss Chesire, you're an angel, a saint!" Carson was a mess, thanking Amber and Alexander through his tears, 1] swear I'll turn over a new leaf, live right, and never let you down again, Miss Chesire! "Thank you, Mister Kane, thank you, Miss Chesire!" Amber's heart had melted, after all...

took Amber's hand, and growled at Carson,

his departure, a

the kindhearted! You've won us all over!" "Absolutely, we owe you big time for taking a stand for us!" "Without Mister Kane and Miss Chesire, we'd still be getting fleeced by those crooked guides on the island, in cahoots with the shopkeepers. And to

in the sight of the 30-odd men in black sprawled on the ground. He fixed a piercing gaze on Wasyl, who stood nervously beside him. "Were they, like you, once working for Mister Hardy?" he asked, his

not at all!" Wasyl, jolted by the question, shook his

he whispered, "Mister Kane, they're not with the travel agency. They're the big shots of Coconut Wind

up at least fifteen thousand dollars a month. If we don't, they won't let us bring tourists onto the island." Ahint of intrigue flickered in Alexander's eyes. "Big shots, you say?" "Yes!" Wasyl's voice was still a hushed murmur, his face showing traces of fear. "Their leader, known as Cloud Tiger, is a force to be reckoned with. He wanted to make a statement, so he shattered a volcanic rock over half a meter thick with a single punch, right in front of a crowd of tourists! "Nobody knows his real

up to him. They brought in a squad of mercenaries

intervention —those who perished did so without recourse." "Hm?" Alexander's face remained stoic as he calmly asked, "So, you're too scared to stand up to him, too? You just pay up on time, as Cloud Tiger demands?" To get by on that

but Cloud Tiger's got over two hundred thugs under him. They run this island, and their power... It's immeasurable, so..." ""No more," Alexander said, his voice firm as he watched the jubilant tourists. "Don't give Cloud Tiger another dime; he's not worth it. The money you've