His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0157

“No, that’s not it… Braylee’s face turned ghostly pale as she shook her head desperately at Yorick. Her

feeble attempt to lie fell flat.” Listen to me, Yorick. I can explain, I…”

“There’s nothing left to say.”

Yorick’s scowl melted away, replaced by a sly grin. “You’re my girl, your past doesn’t bother me.”

He reached out to Amber once more, charming and polished. “Miss Chesire, we really should talk

about the acquisition. Even if a buyout is off the table, there’s room for partnership, don’t you think?”

However, Amber was a wreck, all thanks to Braylee. Guilt painted her face as she shook her head.

“Mister Schneider, I’m sorry. I just… I need to leave!”

With that, she fought back tears and, alongside Alexander, made her exit from the restaurant.

“Amber, Alexander…

Yorick’s eyes lingered on their retreating figures before fixing his gaze on Amber’s delicate waist. A

frostiness flickered in his eyes, growing more intense.

Deep into the night, the silence was shattered in the presidential suite atop the Marigold Grand Hotel of

Ol‘ Mare.

“Ah, no, please, ah…”

Yorick kicked the battered Braylee, tumbling off the bed. Clad in his nightgown, he strode to the

window, his face a dark storm as he surveyed the city below. “So much for purity, for being untouched.

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the floor, clutching a blanket around her. Her

my mistake. Just give me another chance, I’ll secure

and sinister as he fished a sneaky snapshot from

He murmured with a heated gaze, “Now

purity looks like! Oh,

he lasciviously licked the photo, his tongue tracing the image as if to

he seized Braylee by the neck, his glare turning

slipped through my

pretending you want

up on

alone. Alexander must not

as she stammered, “Yorick, what are you…

vial with a liquid as clear

She won’t taste it, won’t

be putty in

She ventured, “And if she won’t agree

to bring her out, and you’ll

evening, at half past seven, Elsa Music Restaurant buzzed

a surprise to see

Queenie by her side, spotted

brows knitted together

just as the workday wound down, begging

and a chance to rekindle the camaraderie of their

no intention of showing up, but Braylee’s tearful plea over the phone tugged at

she could not bear to say no. So, she had