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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Bring it

downstairs. He returned in less than half a minute with a pair

glared at Alexander before yelling, “Mister Lowenthal,

at Alexander, waved at Jerome and

he dares to resist,

sneered maliciously. He quickly walked

Alexander’s hands together tightly.

at Michael, “Mister Lowenthal, I did as you asked. He won’t be able to

sized up

really good at fighting, aren’t you, Alexander? Are

up my men. You were trying to stand

have two

He glared at Alexander

to waste your breath on him. Just kill

defenseless. I’ll be able to get it back.

apprehended Alexander. How could he kill

fun with him before killing him

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to Alexander with the gun aimed in the middle of

try Ol’ Mare’s

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

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phone from his shorts.

Alexander’s hands were cuffed behind his back, but his expression

haven’t answered my question. I guess it

What?

was stunned. Then, he looked at Alexander mockingly. “You’re