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.

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

Saunders‘

Blaine Saunders, would fall silent in her

revered elder, a testament to

unparalleled

chief advisor.

to deduce that Andrew got his

minor leagues.”

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

nor does it concern the Saunders family. An

way of

world.”

his gaze casually swept across the Saunders clan and said icily,

to

over 20 Saunders bodyguards stepped up, their eyes

ready to leap into action at

to be so bold against the Saunders family,” the young miss declared. At her side,

Saunders, gripped a jagged iron blade, his eyes dark

isn’t Ol‘ Mare.

and you are no exception to

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presence swelling with an almost palpable intensity, was like

with a lethal light, and the iron blade

sure

head, a wry smile on

smile, completely ignoring Blaine. He arranged the coffee

steeping it

attending to his coffee did he look up at Blaine, his voice calm and

league. There’s still time

the iron blade tightening. He was the Saunders

patriarch, a man who

martial arts. Not yet fifty, and he had already reached the zenith of his power, his

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