His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0282

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This was Alexander Kane?

After a short moment of panic, Michael glared at Alexander and slowly retreated while saying, “What

are you doing here? Did Amber ask you to come here? Jerome told me all about you. You can fight

well…”

Michael retreated to the corner of the balcony where there was a potted plant. The potted plant looked

ordinary, but…

“Haha!” The moment he was by the plant, Michael reached his right hand out, grabbed a gold-plated

Sand Hawk pistol from the pot, and aimed it at Alexander.

He sneered. “Even if you could fight, I don’t think you would think that I have a gun, right?”

A gun?

Alexander smiled. He did not even look at the gun in Michael’s hand. “You imitated the New Chesire

Group’s Life One, falsified documents regarding that, and threatened Amber to give you her base.

Michael Lowenthal, did you do this on your own accord, or did Jerome instigate you?

“The answer will have to do with your life or death. Of course, you could lie too. I won’t mind.”

Michael blinked. He seemed to have heard the world’s funniest joke. He laughed for almost a minute.

Then, he wrapped his right index finger around the trigger of the gun. He waved his left hand at

Jerome. “Go to the living room downstairs. There is a pair of alloy handcuffs in the drawer of the coffee

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it

nodded and ran downstairs. He returned in less

Alexander before yelling, “Mister

the pistol at Alexander, waved at Jerome and

If he dares to resist, I’ll shoot his

Jerome sneered maliciously. He quickly walked over to behind Alexander

Alexander’s hands together tightly.

Jerome yelled at Michael, “Mister Lowenthal, I did as you asked.

at Alexander. He sized up

at fighting, aren’t you,

my mansion and beat up my men. You

have two

more malicious. He glared at Alexander and encouraged

on him. Just kill him! As long as he’s dead, New Chesire

to get it back. I’ll give you

How

have fun with him

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Michael walked up to Alexander with the gun

“I’ve long wanted to try Ol’

my hand, do you think she’d be willing to sleep

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his phone from his shorts. He was about to call

Alexander’s hands were cuffed behind his back, but his expression had not

answered my question.

What?

Alexander mockingly. “You’re