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 woman in a male–dominated family, she stood as the brightest star

Saunders‘

Saunders, would fall silent in her

family’s revered elder, a testament

unparalleled

chief advisor.

must be quite sharp to deduce that Andrew got his intel from me, but you’re still playing in

minor leagues.”

sip of his coffee, his voice calm and measured. “Being young

your cousin’s blunder, nor does it concern the Saunders

the way

world.”

casually swept across the Saunders clan and said icily,

like to enjoy my coffee

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

to leap into action

the Saunders family,” the

a jagged iron blade,

this isn’t Ol‘

and you are

+15 BONOS

presence swelling with an almost palpable intensity, was like

lethal light, and the iron blade he wielded was

swirl of energy–a sure sign of a

a wry smile on

with a smile, completely ignoring

steeping it with hot

attending to his coffee did he look up at Blaine, his

You’re not in my league.

on the iron blade

the eldest son of the patriarch, a man who

Not yet fifty, and he had already reached the zenith of

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