His Lordship Alexander Kane

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The moment Gael lost his temper, the security guards knew better than to waste another second. They whipped out their walkie-talkies urgently. “Mister Bacco, we've got trouble on the top floor. Mister Gael Fabin from the private room’s been attacked, and it looks bad...”

“What are you telling me? Who's the assailant?!” The voice that crackled through the walkie-talkie was laced with anger and disbelief. “Keep them there, I’m on my way!”

The line went dead with a sharp click.

Two minutes ticked by, and the sound of determined footsteps echoed down the hallway. Hagen Bacco, the impeccably dressed duty manager of Rectewald Mall, was on the move.

Spotting Gael from afar, Hagen’s blood boiled. “Mister Gael Fabin, you've been assaulted? Who dared to lay a hand on you? I'll take care of this!”

Gael did not

tget a chance to reply. Alexander casually pointed to himself and said with a nonchalant tone.”

That would be me.”

“You? Are you insane?” Hagen’s glare was lethal, his presence oozing danger.

He knew exactly who Gael was. He was the rising star of Woolpackton, the Yablon family’s sole son-in-law, and a VIP member of Rectewald Mall.

Attacking a VIP in Rectewald Mall was a blatant disregard for Drake’s authority!

“You think I’m courting death?” Alexander eyed Hagen, a wry smile playing on his lips. “Fine, if that’s what you think, go ahead-try to take me down!”

“You...” Hagen’s face turned red with fury. His sleeves rolled up in a flash, ready to throw a punch. However, then, his eyes caught Gael’s battered state, and his raised fist hesitated, eventually falling back to his side.

He did not dare make a move.

He had heard about Gael’s reputation—a gym junkie with a physique that could handle a brawl against half a dozen men. If Gael had been thrashed that badly, the guy in front of him was no weakling!

“Think you're tough, do you? Just wait!”

Hagen shot Alexander a venomous look, whipped out his walkie-talkie, and snarled into it. “This is the top floor. | want security up here, now, right now!”

The corridor was quickly filled with the thunder of boots. Over 20 security guards stormed in, each armed with a rubber baton, muscles rippling as they snapped to attention before Hagen. “Sir!”

“Right on time!”

Hagen surveyed the security guards, then turned back to Alexander with a sneer. “Kid, you're in Rectewald Mall, Mister Hardy’s turf! You think

you can throw punches here? Out with it. Who are you with? I’m giving you one chance. Call your backup!” +15 BONUS

Call for backup?

Alexander’s lips curled into a slight smile, ready to reply.

“Don’t bother talking to him!” Gael, not too far off, pointed at Alexander and spat out a bloody spit. “Mister Bacco, I’ve got the lowdown on this punk. He’s no street thug, he’s the Chesire family’s son-in-law from OI

Mare!”

Hagen’s face twisted into a wild sneer as he looked down at Alexander. “And here | thought we had a real player in the game. Just a guy mooching off his lady, huh? The Chesire family? New Chesire? Think | can’t wipe them out by tomorrow?”

“| don’t buy it.”

Alexander’s eyes were cool and steady. “New Chesire Group is moving into Province Town as we speak. If you're as powerful as you say, shut down Chesire now. I'll be watching.”

“Mister Bacco, let’s not be hasty!”

Gael’s voice oozed malice as he eyed Alexander and then Amber, who was visibly shaken. He chuckled darkly. “His wife’s an old classmate of mine, Amber. Out of respect for the past, I'll leave the Chesire family. Today,Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

it's just Alexander who's in my sights.”

“Alex!”

Amber was beside herself with fear, clutching at Alexander’s arm and pleading with Hagen. “Mister Bacco, my husband didn’t mean any harm!”

She gestured desperately toward the surveillance camera overhead, her expression sincere. “Please, check the security footage. Gael was the one coming after me, and my husband only struck him in a rush to protect me...

Surveillance? Hagen laughed cynically. “Your security footage means nothing here. In my world, | call the shots!

“You think you can stir up trouble in Rectewald Mall and live to tell the tale? You're not that lucky. However, today’s your lucky day. Get on your knees and crawl under me, and maybe I'll let you off the hook.”

Alexander’s gaze narrowed into slits. Hagen, with his insufferable arrogance. He thought that was his turf? How laughable!

“If you're itching for a showdown, then let's not disappoint.” Alexander said coolly to Hagen. He pulled out his phone, quickly typed a message, and hit send.

The message was to the point. [Rectewald Mall, top floor corridor. Get there then.] The recipient was Drake. The man who ruled Rectewald Mall and the unseen overlord of Province Town Woolpackton, Mister Drake Hardy himself.

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