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.

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

Saunders‘

Blaine Saunders, would fall silent in her commanding

revered elder, a testament to her brilliance

unparalleled

chief advisor.

deduce that Andrew got his

minor leagues.”

coffee, his voice calm and measured. “Being young

nor does it concern the

the way

world.”

his gaze casually swept across the Saunders clan and said

I’d like to

Saunders bodyguards stepped up, their

to leap into

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

Blaine Saunders, gripped a jagged iron

isn’t Ol‘ Mare.

and you are no exception

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

His eyes glinted with a lethal light, and the iron blade he wielded was

of energy–a sure sign of a

merely shook his head, a wry smile on his lips, as he ignored

smile, completely ignoring Blaine. He

steeping it

did he look up at Blaine, his voice calm and

my league. There’s still time to walk

the iron

the eldest son of the patriarch, a man who had eschewed the cutthroat world of business for

Not yet fifty, and he had

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