His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0650 "Mister Kane, Miss Chesire, Miss Braine!" Wasyl made it to the penthouse in under two minutes, rapping on the door before stepping into the swanky suite reverently. "I'm hardly worthy to share a meal with you three. Help yourselves, I'll just stand guard." The dining room table was then set, the cart laden with an array of dishes—eight meat, eight veggie, and a couple of soups—all giving off a mouthwatering scent.

Sit.

Alexander took his place at the table, waved Wasyl over with a casual flick of his hand, and said calmly, ignoring the incident with the waitress, "When I say eat, you eat. No need to stand in the ceremony." As he spoke, he gestured towards a bowl of mushroom cream soup on the table and said in a low voice, "Give this a taste." "Of course!" Wasyl knew better than to refuse. He cautiously took a seat next to Alexander, scooped up a spoonful of the thick soup.

Without a hint of suspicion on his face, he pretended to bring it to his lips.

"Well done." Alexander gave a slow nod, then with a casual flick of his wrist...

Crash! The soup bowl slipped from Wasyl's grasp, spilling everywhere. He turned as white as a sheet and quickly stooped into a bow, stammering, "Mister Kane, I beg your pardon, I..." "It's not your fault." Alexander remained unfazed, his voice calm, "A moment ago..." He succinctly explained how a waitress had attempted to poison their meal, then added calmly, "Obviously, you were in the dark about this and had no secret dealings with the Cloud Tiger." Wasyl's mind raced, and then it clicked.

He understood.

The food was laced with poison. If he had been in cahoots with the Cloud Tiger, his act might hold up on the surface, but his reaction to the food would surely give him away.

Alexander had cleverly devised that test of Wasyl's loyalty. Then, it was crystal clear—Wasyl was fiercely loyal.

the table, deep in thought, then glanced out the window.

we're at it, I'd love to examine the island's coconut trees more

never put her work aside, not even for a

the other side of Coconut Wind Island, along the sun-kissed eastern

disappeared. That's when Cloud Tiger and his crew set foot on the island, wasting no

Alexander, gazed at Cloud Tiger with a mix of fear and despair. Seated on the couch,

our poison plot. The guys we snuck into the kitchen have all bailed out! "Alexander's gotta be a martial arts master... no less than a supreme grand martial

and intimidating. With a steely look, he surveyed

is?" The henchmen looked at each other, each

dominant strength supreme grand martial, was not

their boss, Cloud Tiger, had once been a force to reckon with on the Abangham battlefield. Then, ruling over Coconut Wind Island, he had become the top dog, backed by his loyal crew of over 200

level as the boss! "Rumor has it, he's the guy who married into the Wyverna's Ol' Mare Chesire family." >

and take down Alexander in one go, snatch Amber while we're at it, we could take over New Chesire Group! After that..." He did not get to finish. Cloud Tiger slowly shook his head, obviously not

bald man, took