Chapter 0350

At the heart of Zabaleta, the Ol‘ Mare Seaside Grand Hotel stood silent as a tomb.

The hotel was a ghost town, its staff and patrons chased off by a squad of burly men in black, leaving

only three men lounging in the lobby.

Alexander, George Pay.

“This is some fine Colombian Gold coffee. Excellent flavor.”

Alexander cradled his cup, savoring the vibrant coffee with an air of ease, ignoring the men in black–

about 20 of them–standing guard. He flashed a smile and offered, “George, Ray, have a taste.”

George and Ray, aware of Alexander’s real identity as ‘Sir Kane‘, did not bother with the muscle around

them. They joined in the coffee session, the mood light and easy.

“So, you’re the big shot running Ol‘ Mare city, Alexander?”

A young woman in a classic dress stood out from the crowd of men in black, her eyes fixed on the trio.

Her

voice was melodious, almost enchanting. “Five years back, my cousin, young and foolish, made a huge

blunder. However, that’s Saunders family business, nothing to do with Mister Kane.

“Tell me, why are you stepping in to help Andrew, Mister Kane? Are you looking to pick a fight with the

Saunders family? Or do you really think you can rule Ol‘ Mare and be untouchable?”

The woman was breathtaking, her presence alone commanding the room.

a male–dominated family, she stood

Saunders‘

generation. Even her father, Blaine Saunders, would fall silent in her commanding

from the family’s revered elder, a

unparalleled

chief advisor.

got his intel from me, but you’re still playing in

minor leagues.”

of his coffee, his voice

excuse your cousin’s blunder, nor does it concern the Saunders family. An eye for

way

world.”

the Saunders clan

to enjoy my coffee

finished, over 20 Saunders bodyguards stepped up, their eyes locked

his companions, ready to leap into action at

bold against the Saunders family,” the young miss

formidable Blaine Saunders, gripped a jagged iron

“Remember, this isn’t Ol‘

family is untouchable, and you are

+15 BONOS

man before him, his presence swelling with an almost palpable intensity, was

lethal light, and the iron

energy–a sure sign of a formidable

wry smile

his head with a smile, completely ignoring

by steeping

up at Blaine, his

me? You’re not in my league. There’s still

Blaine snapped, his grip on the iron

the patriarch, a man who had eschewed the cutthroat world of

fifty, and he had already reached the zenith of his power, his

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