His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 254

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A sleek Maserati with a northern tag eased to a halt on the fresh asphalt of the ring road encircling the

New Chesire Group’s burgeoning industrial park, nestled in the northern outskirts of Ol’ Mare.

A young man in a crisp white T-shirt emerged from the vehicle, his gaze sweeping over the park, a

confident

smirk playing at the edge of his lips.

He was Leandro, the scion of one of the mighty northern clans, the Jackman family.

The Jackman family had dispatched a mere six people to Ol’ Mare, and Leandro was among that elite

group.

His mission? To seize control of New Chesire Group and claim their pharmaceutical sensation, ‘One

Life’, for

his own.

“The boss of New Chesire Group is Amber, isn’t she?”

Approaching the park’s gate, Leandro peered inside, a low laugh escaping him. “Rumor has it she’s Ol’

Mare’s

reigning beauty. Gorgeous and gifted, yet she’s saddled herself with a deadbeat husband…

“Ah, that’s right. The washed-up nobody, Alexander, right?”

The middle-aged chauffeur, who had been driving, promptly bowed, his tone steeped in deference.

“Indeed!

However, sir, Alexander might not be the loser the gossip suggests. The Ellis family’s downfall, the

Hart’s

uprooting-it’s all linked to him. If…”

off, his lips twisting into a sneer. “Whatever

but a has

my book. A mere

mix of respect and

of the world might be clueless, he knew the score all too

second

a marvel in the fighters’ community. On this

of Fighters, he snagged the eighty-third spot-a spot that should not

it onto the fighters’ ranking were at least

secure a spot among the

physical strength;

needed a lethal technique that ordinary individuals found

set enabled one to effortlessly defeat even those at the peak of ordinary

transformation.

the true powerhouses

enough chit-chat.

his hand haughtily. “Get Amber on the line.

and the

the

clear-if she even thinks about saying no, she’ll get a taste of what a

shot

can do!”

time, whipping out his

+15 BONOS

came to life, it buzzed with an incoming call that

“Mister Jackman?”

the driver quickly picked

“Mister Yaron Scott!”

at the base of Abason Mountains, right outside

phone, his voice filled with despair. “Are

Leandro Jackman? Quick, put

An emergency?

he hastily passed the cell phone

etched with anxiety. “Mister Leandro Jackman, it’s Basil, the Mister

bodyguard.

trouble at

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