His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0649 At 6 p.m. that evening, they were at the Grand Coconut Breeze Hotel.

The place was the go-to spot set up by Spring Sunshine Travel Agency, where most tourists from abroad found themselves bedding down.

With Coconut Wind Island's development being a mere two months young, the hotel was a rush job, barely scraping a three-star rating.

"Time for some well-deserved rest and recreation!" Up in the penthouse suite, courtesy of Wasyl's arrangements, Coral flopped onto the plush king-sized bed, rolling around with glee before dashing to the panoramic window to take in the view, a blissful grin on her face. "Had I known Wasyl was in our corner, I wouldn't have shelled out a dime! "I dropped a hefty three thousand dollars on this group tour. You owe me a refund, cuz!" Amber and Alexander lounged on the plush living room sofa, exchanging amused glances as they watched Coral's playful silhouette dance across the room.

Their little cousin was a gem, though her approach to handling tasks was a bit hit-or-miss. With the resources of the New Chesire Group at their disposal, they could have reached out to any travel agency, yet they ended up with Wasyl of all people. However, as luck would have it, Wasyl's proactive updates gave them an unexpectedly clear picture

of the goings-on at Coconut Wind Island.

Ding-dong! The chime echoed through the suite as the sturdy wooden door was rung. A cheerful female voice floated in. "Mister Kane, Miss Chesire, Miss Braine, good day to you all! Mister Ramsey's lavish meal for you has arrived. Please, open the door to accept it." A feast? Wasyl sure knew how to make a good impression.

"On my way!" Coral, her face alight with excitement, skipped toward the door, eager to greet the delivery.

However...

beside Coral soundlessly. He gently ushered her back and took hold

standing there with a respectful demeanor,

out of the

he effortlessly lifted the cover off the dish, unveiling a gleaming silver platter crowned with a perfectly roasted chicken. He locked eyes

does it taste? "Why don't you give it a try?" The waitress's face flickered with unease, but she quickly masked it

that you're not allowed, or is it that you're afraid?" Alexander blocked

steps are too quiet, not the mark of an ordinary waitress. Am I onto something?" He could not be wrong. Even with carpeted hallways, an average person's steps would still make a thud. Yet that waitress, pushing her cart, moved with a silence that betrayed her—she was brimming with chi, and her agility

a martial arts titan could not just be a

down the waitress' spine, though she kept up

dinner, and it's time for me

he murmured, "If you're bold enough to want payback, then have the

orders, and this isn't

out." With those words, he gave a slight squeeze

five meters away, the waitress suddenly froze in her tracks. It was as if inner power within her body was swiftly expelled, coursing along her meridians and pouring