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.

family, she

Saunders‘

Even her father, Blaine Saunders,

family’s revered elder, a testament to

unparalleled

chief advisor.

quite sharp to deduce that Andrew got his

minor leagues.”

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

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

the way of

world.”

casually swept across the

came from. I’d like to

Alexander finished, over 20 Saunders bodyguards stepped up, their

leap into action

dares to be so bold against the Saunders family,” the young

gripped a jagged iron blade, his

“Remember, this isn’t Ol‘ Mare.

untouchable, and you are no exception to this unwritten

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presence swelling with an almost palpable intensity, was like

light, and the iron blade

of energy–a sure

smile on his lips, as he ignored Blaine’s

a smile, completely ignoring Blaine.

by steeping it with

up at Blaine, his voice

You’re not in my league. There’s still time to

his grip on the iron blade

of the patriarch, a man who

Not yet fifty, and he had already

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