His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0647 Nine minutes flew by...

"There he is!" From the crowd of spectators, someone spotted the incoming vehicle —a bright red Ferrari that screamed luxury, its engine's roar sending shivers down spines. "That's the car from our hotel's VIP spot!" "That's Spring Sunshine Travel Agency's big boss, Wasyl!" The boss was there, and the show was about to begin.

In that desperate moment, Carson felt a surge of hope as if he had spotted a lifeline. With newfound energy, he stumbled and lurched forward, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Boss, I'm over here, here!" A sleek Ferrari at the end of the nearby road pulled off a stunning drift, its tires screeching and leaving trails of dark smoke, before coming to an abrupt stop in front of Carson.

Wasyl emerged from the car, a towering figure nearly six-foot-three, his muscles straining the fabric of his sharp black suit.

"Boss, that's the guy!" Carson was a mix of tears and rage as he pointed accusingly at Alexander and his companions, his eyes burning with vengeance, "He thinks he's tough, took down all our guys with his fancy moves!

Boss, don't we have ties with the New Chesire Group? We can't let this slide, we've got to get back at them for the members!" That guy? Wasyl narrowed his eyes, tracing the line of Carson's outstretched arm until his gaze landed on Alexander's face. A flicker of recognition crossed his features, followed by a widening of his eyes as his heart pounded uncontrollably.

Kane? Mister Kane? The man Carson had labeled as 'that guy', the one who single- handedly wiped out over 30 of his own, was none other than the man he admired most—the security chief of the New Chesire Group, the kingpin of Ol' Mare, Alexander, Mister Kane.

There, standing right behind Mister Kane, was the stunning woman who wielded the real power in the New Chesire Group, the timeless beauty of Ol' Mare, Mister Kane's wife, Miss Chesire.

"Damn you!" In a heartbeat, Wasyl's hand cracked across Carson's cheek, sending him sprawling to the pavement. Without missing a beat, Wasyl dashed to Alexander, bowing deeply, his voice betraying a quiver.

Kane, Miss Chesire, I'm Mister Hardy's man, Wasyl! I owe you both

feet, the middle-aged vendor at the stall, and a crowd of

deference?! ‘Mister Kane', 'Miss Chesire'? Just who were they? I\When Mister Hardy met his untimely end, he left the running of Rectewald Mall to me, but I didn't take

pledge to join the New Chesire Group have anything to do

Wasyl stood with his head bowed, his voice heavy with shame. "Ever since

with Mister Kane, everyone just kind of figured we were

never saw it coming..." Mid-sentence, he turned, fixing Carson with

Kane? Out with it, what in the world happened today?!" Carson was frozen in fear as if his spirit had

legend? Moreover, Miss Chesire was beside

Good god.

paths with these two? Not just him, a lowly tour guide, but even his boss, Wasyl, would be groveling

wasn't just a misunderstanding." Amber did not wait for Carson to start his excuses. She locked eyes with Wasyl and said quietly, "Spring Sunshine Travel Agency has its share of good and bad. Carson's been in cahoots with the Coconut Wind Island merchants, bullying tourists into unfair deals. Earlier..." She laid out the whole story, then shook her head slowly, her voice laden with gravity. "Wasyl, you're

unfair treatment the tourists have faced today, and the explanation should be good enough to

whipped around,