His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 350

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.

male–dominated family, she stood as the brightest star

Saunders‘

Blaine Saunders, would fall silent in her commanding

authority was a gift from the family’s revered elder, a testament to her brilliance as

unparalleled

chief advisor.

Andrew got his intel

minor leagues.”

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

it concern the

way

world.”

swept across the Saunders clan and said icily, “Go

like to enjoy my coffee in

over 20 Saunders

leap into action at the slightest

so bold against the Saunders family,” the young miss

Blaine Saunders, gripped a jagged iron blade, his

“Remember, this isn’t Ol‘ Mare. You’re

and you are no

+15 BONOS

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

glinted with a lethal light, and

swirl of energy–a sure sign of a

smile on his lips,

a smile, completely ignoring Blaine.

by steeping it with hot

attending to his coffee did he look up at

in my league.

grip on the iron blade tightening. He

the patriarch, a man who had eschewed

arts. Not yet fifty, and he had already reached the

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