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.

I'm Mister Hardy's man, Wasyl! I owe

stall, and a crowd of onlookers... They all gaped at

‘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 the reins then." Alexander's gaze was composed as he addressed Wasyl calmly, "Mister Hardy's daughter Acela, now Amber's right-hand woman, will take

join the New Chesire Group have anything to do

his head bowed, his voice heavy with shame. "Ever since Mister Hardy died,

Mister Kane, everyone just kind of figured we were

turned, fixing Carson with a furious

in front of Mister Kane? Out with it, what in the world happened today?!" Carson was frozen in fear as

legend? Moreover, Miss Chesire was

Good god.

day for bad luck. Why on earth did he have to cross paths with these two? Not just him, a lowly tour guide, but even his boss, Wasyl, would be groveling at the feet of Mister

big name? Just the title 'King of Ol' Mare' said itall! "This 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

tourists have faced today, and the explanation should be good

he whipped around, his eyes blazing red, and fixed Carson with a furious