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

with the staff, Henry finally thought about business.

“I blame myself for today’s incident. Please

Mansions…”

He only nodded at George next to Henry and said nothing. He took Amber’s

left the sales

looked at them leaving before turning to look at George. He said ingratiatingly,

Severn, I…

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

call yourself a big boss! They’ll take

another saleswoman to

George and asked, “Mister Severn, do you always call

the

the red Porsche leaving the sales center with respect gleaming in his eyes. When

said, “He is the king

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king of Ol’ Mare’ was not an exaggeration.

months, the underworld of Ol’ Mare had been subdued. Although there

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

professional manager was managing it, but only

New Chesire Group’s businesses, belonging to

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was, without a doubt, the

moment, in Zabaleta, a city 600 kilometers

bespectacled middle-aged man was in a five-star hotel presidential suite, muttering

looked extremely