His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0292

Maurice and Eve were fired.

They were beaten up by the security guards before scrambling off, sobbing loudly.

“You all as well!” Henry turned to look at the remaining saleswomen furiously. “Playing with your

phones during work? You didn’t welcome the customers at all. The purchasing contract had been

signed. Didn’t you all see Mister Kane and Miss Chesire’s names? Are you all blind?”

The saleswomen were trembling. Tears streamed down their faces. They had indeed seen Alexander

and Amber’s names when they were signing the contract. However, they were lowly folk. They had no

idea who Alexander and Amber were.

“Although they were terrible, they didn’t offend us.” Amber could not bear to be too cruel. She said

gently, “Deal with them according to the company’s rules. Don’t make things any more difficult for them.

I’ve also once worked low-level jobs before. Mister Compton, you can let it go.”

Henry’s anger finally dissipated. He bowed at Amber before turning and harrumphing at them. “I’ll dock

your pay as a fine. If this happens again, you’ll be fired immediately!”

The saleswomen were relieved. They bowed at Amber gratefully. “Thank you, Miss Chesire! We won’t

make the same mistake again! We promise!”

Amber merely hummed and held Alexander’s hand.

She thought back about being bullied by Neil’s family, Herbert, and Zoe. Her life was bleak back then.

At that moment, one word from her could decide the fates of these sales staff. All these were given to

her by Alexander.

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ask for a better

Mister Alexander.” After dealing with the staff, Henry

guiltily. “I blame myself for today’s incident. Please don’t take it to

Mansions…”

George next to Henry and said nothing. He took

the sales

them leaving before turning to look at George.

Severn, I…

passed him a card and sneered. “You can’t even see what Boss

big boss! They’ll take all six mansions. Get the papers

got another saleswoman to process the

asked, “Mister Severn, do you always call Mister Kane ‘boss’ or ‘sir’?

of the

looked at the red Porsche leaving the sales center with respect gleaming in his

vanished, he turned and slowly said, “He is the king of Ol’

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not an exaggeration. It

underworld of Ol’ Mare had been subdued. Although there might still

thugs in Woolpackton, it did no harm. Rectewald Mall operated

manager was managing it, but only a

of New Chesire Group’s businesses,

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was, without a doubt, the

in Zabaleta, a city 600 kilometers from

gold-rimmed bespectacled middle-aged man was in

looked