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...

an ephemeral shadow on the sofa, materializing beside Coral soundlessly. He gently ushered her back and took hold of

a young, attractive waitress standing there

nothing out of

a gleaming silver platter crowned with a perfectly roasted chicken. He locked eyes with the

smells divine, and its i presentation is impeccable. However, how does it taste? "Why don't you give it a try?" The waitress's face flickered with unease, but she quickly masked it with an apologetic look. "I'm terribly sorry, but our hotel has strict

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

you use— poison, or a sedative? "You've got a decent poker face, I'll give you that. However, you can't hide your vital energy. Your steps are too quiet, not the mark of an ordinary waitress. Am I onto something?"

not just be

waitress' spine, though she kept

"Mister Kane, I'm not sure what you mean. I've delivered your dinner, and it's time for me to clock out." With those words, she released the cart

"If you're bold enough to want payback, then have the guts to face me. Stop with the sneaky

and this isn't

here on out." With

tracks. It was as if inner power within her body was swiftly expelled, coursing along her meridians and pouring