His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0647 Nine minutes flew by...

"There he is!" From the crowd of spectators, someone spotted the incoming vehicle —a bright red Ferrari that screamed luxury, its engine's roar sending shivers down spines. "That's the car from our hotel's VIP spot!" "That's Spring Sunshine Travel Agency's big boss, Wasyl!" The boss was there, and the show was about to begin.

In that desperate moment, Carson felt a surge of hope as if he had spotted a lifeline. With newfound energy, he stumbled and lurched forward, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Boss, I'm over here, here!" A sleek Ferrari at the end of the nearby road pulled off a stunning drift, its tires screeching and leaving trails of dark smoke, before coming to an abrupt stop in front of Carson.

Wasyl emerged from the car, a towering figure nearly six-foot-three, his muscles straining the fabric of his sharp black suit.

"Boss, that's the guy!" Carson was a mix of tears and rage as he pointed accusingly at Alexander and his companions, his eyes burning with vengeance, "He thinks he's tough, took down all our guys with his fancy moves!

Boss, don't we have ties with the New Chesire Group? We can't let this slide, we've got to get back at them for the members!" That guy? Wasyl narrowed his eyes, tracing the line of Carson's outstretched arm until his gaze landed on Alexander's face. A flicker of recognition crossed his features, followed by a widening of his eyes as his heart pounded uncontrollably.

Kane? Mister Kane? The man Carson had labeled as 'that guy', the one who single- handedly wiped out over 30 of his own, was none other than the man he admired most—the security chief of the New Chesire Group, the kingpin of Ol' Mare, Alexander, Mister Kane.

There, standing right behind Mister Kane, was the stunning woman who wielded the real power in the New Chesire Group, the timeless beauty of Ol' Mare, Mister Kane's wife, Miss Chesire.

"Damn you!" In a heartbeat, Wasyl's hand cracked across Carson's cheek, sending him sprawling to the pavement. Without missing a beat, Wasyl dashed to Alexander, bowing deeply, his voice betraying a quiver.

"Mister Kane, Miss Chesire, I'm Mister Hardy's man, Wasyl! I owe you both an apology." What the...?!

A few steps back, Carson was just getting to his feet, the middle-aged vendor at the stall, and a crowd of onlookers... They all gaped at the spectacle, their minds reeling in disbelief.

Wasyl bowing down to them? With such deference?! ‘Mister Kane', 'Miss Chesire'? Just who were they? I\When Mister Hardy met his untimely end, he left the running of Rectewald Mall to me, but I didn't take the reins then." Alexander's gaze was composed as he addressed Wasyl calmly, "Mister Hardy's daughter Acela, now Amber's right-hand woman, will take over once she's ready. Rectewald Mall will be hers in due time.

"I'm curious, does your pledge to join the New Chesire Group have anything to do with Acela?" That was Wasyl's trump card.

"Mister Kane!" Wasyl stood with his head bowed, his voice heavy with shame. "Ever since Mister Hardy died, we've been like sheep without a shepherd.

With Miss Acela Hardy throwing her lot in with Mister Kane, everyone just kind of figured we were part of the New Chesire Group by default.

"I never saw it coming..." Mid-sentence, he turned, fixing Carson with a furious glare. "Carson,

I get over here! Spreading rumors in front of Mister Kane? Out with it, what in the world happened today?!" Carson was frozen in fear as if his spirit had left him.

Mister Kane, the Mister Kane of legend? Moreover, Miss Chesire was beside him...

Good god.

Today was the worst possible day for bad luck. Why on earth did he have to cross paths with these two? Not just him, a lowly tour guide, but even his boss, Wasyl, would be groveling at the feet of Mister Kane and Miss Chesire, not daring to cross them.

What was the power of a big name? Just the title 'King of Ol' Mare' said itall! "This wasn't just a misunderstanding." Amber did not wait for Carson to start his excuses. She locked eyes with Wasyl and said quietly, "Spring Sunshine Travel Agency has its share of good and bad. Carson's been in cahoots with the Coconut Wind Island merchants, bullying tourists into unfair deals. Earlier..." She laid out the whole story, then shook her head slowly, her voice laden with gravity. "Wasyl, you're practically family. Alex and I don't want to make a big deal out of this.

"We need to address the unfair treatment the tourists have faced today, and the explanation should be good enough to satisfy

I everyone!" Wasyl's face flushed with anger as he whipped around, his eyes blazing red, and fixed Carson with a furious glare.

The backstabber! He had set up shop under the New Chesire Group banner, founding the Spring Sunshine Cooperative. With his old crew, he had turned over a new leaf, diving into a legitimate business and leaving his risky past behind.

He could never have imagined that a lowly tour guide would stoop to such despicable, underhanded schemes. Worse yet, that jerk had crossed the one line he should not have, pulling his strong-arm scams on Mister Kane and Miss Chesire! "As the boss of Spring Sunshine Travel Agency, I take full responsibility for today's mess." Wasyl hung his head low, his hands flying to his face as he slapped himself hard repeatedly. Then, turning to face the crowd of tourists, his expression was one of deep remorse. "Please, give me a chance to make things right. I promise to clean house, weed out the bad seeds, and steer this ship back on course! "And for Carson's tour group, I'll bring in a seasoned new guide, and Spring Sunshine Travel Agency will foot the bill for all the expenses of this trip!

I'm truly sorry for the trouble we've caused. I ask for your forgiveness." With that, he bowed deeply, not once but three times, his sincerity unmistakable.

A shake-up, a free trip, heartfelt apologies... That should do it.

"'Mister Jurgensen, everyone makes mistakes. We don't hold it against you!" The tourists, reasonable folks that they were, watched Wasyl from afar, their shouts echoing.

"That's the spirit! We didn't really lose out on anything, just got a bit of a fright, that's all." "Absolutely, we owe a huge thanks to Mister Kane and Miss Chesire. Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Without them, we might have been totally ripped off on our trip to Coconut Wind Island!" "Hey, isn't there something else we need to deal with? What about Carson..." Carson? Wasyl's fist tightened in an instant, his eyes locking onto Carson with a deadly glare. "Carson, it's time for you to fess up. You broke the rules, insulted Mister Kane and Miss Chesire—what do you think should happen to you now?!"