Chapter 0203

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The moment Gael lost his temper, the security guards knew better than to waste another second. They

whipped out their walkie–talkies urgently. “Mister Bacco, we’ve got trouble on the top floor. Mister Gael

Fabin

from the private room’s been attacked, and it looks bad…”

“What are you telling me? Who’s the assailant?!” The voice that crackled through the walkie–talkie was

laced

with anger and disbelief. “Keep them there, I’m on my way!”

The line went dead with a sharp click.

Two minutes ticked by, and the sound of determined footsteps echoed down the hallway. Hagen Bacco,

the impeccably dressed duty manager of Rectewald Mall, was on the move.

Spotting Gael from afar, Hagen’s blood boiled. “Mister Gael Fabin, you’ve been assaulted? Who dared

to lay a hand on you? I’ll take care of this!”

Gael did not

t get a chance to reply. Alexander casually pointed to himself and said with a nonchalant tone.”

That would be me.”

“You? Are you insane?” Hagen’s glare was lethal, his presence oozing danger.

He knew exactly who Gael was. He was the rising star of Woolpackton, the Yablon family’s sole son–

in–law,

and a VIP member of Rectewald Mall.

Attacking a VIP in Rectewald Mall was a blatant disregard for Drake’s authority!

“You think I’m courting death?” Alexander eyed Hagen, a wry smile playing on his lips. “Fine, if that’s

what you

ahead–try to take me

sleeves rolled up in

his eyes caught Gael’s battered state, and his raised fist hesitated,

back to his side.

dare make a

heard about Gael’s reputation–a gym junkie with a physique that could handle

half a

men. If Gael had been thrashed that badly, the guy in

do you? Just

out his walkie–talkie, and snarled

security up here, now,

corridor was quickly filled with the thunder of boots. Over 20 security guards

with a rubber baton, muscles rippling as they snapped to attention

“Right on time!”

turned back to

Mister Hardy’s

Out with it. Who are you with? I’m giving you one chance. Call

backup!”

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Call for backup?

into a

to him!” Gael, not too far off, pointed at

this punk. He’s no street

law from Ol‘

Mare!”

as he looked down at Alexander. “And

real

his lady, huh? The Chesire family? New Chesire? Think

can’t

them out by

“I don’t buy it.”

Chesire Group is moving

speak. If

you say, shut

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