His Lordship Alexander Kane

Gary's eyes and softly asked, “Mister Huff, why don’t you tell us what methods the Ol‘ Mare Construction Group has employed?” +15 BONUS Chapter 0172

Gary laughed bitterly, pointing toward the entrance of the welfare home not far away. “During the day, a few thugs would occasionally come over, blocking the entrance with sticks, threatening us so we couldn't even go out to buy groceries.”

“At night, they would cut our electricity wires, smash water pipes, and even cause a ruckus outside, making it impossible for the elderly to rest. They've almost driven our inhabitants to have nervous breakdowns!”

As he spoke, he glanced at Amber, seeming to want to say more, but ultimately remained silent..

Amber noticed Gary’s dilemma. She said with sincerity. “Mister Huff, when | was expelled from the Chesire family, | lived in the welfare home for over half a year. You took very good care of me, and I’ve always rerhembered that. If there’s anything | can do, please feel free to

ask.”

Gary gritted his teeth and finally spoke in a low voice, “We can’t afford to offend the Ol‘ Mare Construction Group. Our welfare home is definitely going to close down. But those elderly people in the home... Miss Chesire, you are a capable person. Can you think of a way to give those old folks a way out? On behalf of those elderly people, | thank you!”

He bowed deeply to Amber, tears welling up in the eyes of the middle-aged man in his fifties. “Mister Huff!” Amber hurried forward, helping Gary up. She then turned to look at Alexander. “Alexander, we...” She really did not know how to articulate the following words.

The Ol‘ Mare Construction Group, as Gary had mentioned, had deep-rooted influence. Since the 1980s, they have taken on the majority of

Tormora’s infrastructure projects. Even the current New Chesire Group was no match for such a massive enterprise! Alexander smiled gently, about to speak...

“Mister Huff, Mister Chesire is here!” An abrupt shout interrupted whatever Alexander was about to say. Two middle-aged women in

caregiver uniforms pushed a stretcher, carrying a frail, emaciated old man toward the office.

“Grandpa...” As she looked at the old man lying on the stretcher, Amber’s eyes reddened, and her voice choked up uncontrollably.

After a few months of not seeing him, Donovan seemed to have aged a dozen years. His arms outside the blanket were bony, the veins on

his hands were clear, and his once spirited face now bore numerous age spots.

It was evident that he had suffered at the hands of that beast Neil for quite some time. It was a life worse than death, an indescribable

hardship.

“We will talk about the welfare home later. Let’s bring Grandpa home first.”

Amber could not help but be filled with sadness, pulling Alexander toward the stretcher. At that moment...

Vroom!

Not far away, two black Audi A8s roared as they sped to the Sunset Red Welfare Home entrance. They stopped abruptly, raising a cloud ofNôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

dust!

“Tsk!” A man in a suit and glasses from the front of Audi opened the door. He glanced at Donovan lying on the stretcher and viciously

stomped his foot. “Hurry up and move this old guy away, don’t block my way!” Whoosh!

Five burly men poured out of the back Audi, pushing aside Donovan’s stretcher and the two middle-aged female caregivers next to it. They then stood on both sides of the doorway, saying in unison, “Mister Lancaster!”

The man in glasses, Jeff Lancaster, looked at Alexander and Amber standing at the doorway, then at Mister Huff behind them. He snorted disdainfully, raised his hand, and said, “You there, come over here!”

Behind Jeff, a sturdy man with a stern face walked forward, handing a black briefcase to Gary. With a threatening voice, he said, “Take it!” +15 BONUS

Gary did not take the briefcase. He instinctively stepped back, his face turning pale. “What is the meaning of this? What's in the bag? |

don’t want it!”

Jeff sneered, “Gary, you're feeling brave, huh? The supermarkets nearby, the old neighborhoods, everything else has been demolished.”

“I'll give you three days at most. Get all these old folks out of here! Or else... Hehe, the construction team’s machines don’t have eyes! I’m sure you know what | mean. Don’t blame me for not warning you!”

Gary was furious, but thinking about the force behind the other party, his gaze dimmed. Swallowing his pride, he said, “If you want to demolish it, | can’t stop you, but at least compensate us, right? The lonely elderly in the home need a new place to settle!”

Compensation? Jeff sneered and said, “You just want money, huh? You there, give it to him!”

Beside him, the sturdy man chuckled slowly, opened the briefcase, and pulled out a demolition compensation contract. He then casually

threw it to Gary.

“Gary, as long as you sign the contract, all this compensation is yours!”