His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0471 "Mister Kane." The phone connected as Afred sat in his Mercedes, his face and voice filled with an indescribable shame. "Just now..." He recounted the events that had just transpired, his face full of self-blame.

"I failed in handling the matter, Mister Kane. I ask for your punishment." At this moment, Alexander had just arrived at the Rabaldiston branch, about 200 kilometers from Deephaven.

He listened to the news coming from the car stereo and spoke softly, "So he's Paul Homer, the market supervisor of Deephaven?" Afred replied with a 'yeah', his eyes bloodshot. "I've been here four times already. The first three times were all

rejected at the door, and this time..." "Understood." Alexander turned the steering wheel with one hand, speeding toward Deephaven. He said calmly, "You return to the branch first.

Iwill handle this." An hour and a half later.

In the office, Paul held a brush, proudly practicing small painting. He looked up at the high-end electronic clock hanging on the wall and sighed lightly.

It was almost time to get off work.

Since becoming the market supervisor of Deephaven, he had lived a comfortable life, enjoying flowers and practicing painting. Backed by the six

major northern families, even the mayor had to respect him. Although his position was not high, he wielded real power and enjoyed substantial benefits.

This time, when the new product of the Chesire Corporation entered the market, he had received signals from the six major families to delay as much as possible and let the market hype completely fade away.

"Too bad, too bad." Paul put down the brush, changed into casual clothes, and sneered. "Talking about a thirty percent profit is just an excuse. Even if the company agrees, I won't give them approval! "The Xanthos family isn't the only power going against the New Chesire Group. There are many influential

families in the North, and the six major families form a community of shared interests. With the new product of the New Chesire Group entering the market, they have offended too many people—" Paul's monologue was interrupted when the office door was kicked open from outside. The entire corridor fell into silence as over 20 people lay scattered. Standing at the door was only a young figure holding a paper document—the approval for the new product of the New Chesire Group. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

"Are you... Alexander Kane?" Paul was initially taken aback, but in an instant, he reacted and looked at the young man at the door. His gaze swiftly scanned the man's face, quickly identifying his identity.

Of course it was him.

The new head of security for the New Chesire Group, the son-in-law of the Chesire family, the husband of Amber — Alexander.

"How dare you be so insolent?!" He stared coldly at Alexander, pointing at the workers scattered in the corridor, his face filled with fierceness.

"These are all office staff arranged by the mayor's office. You actually attacked the market supervisors and building security? Aren't you afraid that the mayor will be furious and uproot your New Chesire Group completely?" The mayor of Deephaven? If his subordinates were so audacious, he would also bear the blame!

Alexander snorted lightly and walked forward in large strides, extending his hand abruptly. ~——— | He forcefully pressed Paul's head onto the painting palette on the desk, splashing paint everywhere. Paul's entire face was stained with paint, and a considerable amount of paint even entered his nostrils, causing him to cough repeatedly.

"You're not qualified to talk to me." Alexander held his head down without uttering a word, coldly saying, "Bring out the official seal and issue the document, or die!" Paul's heart sank, and his whole body turned cold.

"This is madness! Alexander is truly mad!’

Not even bothering to reason, denying him the chance to speak, directly resorting to violence for official stamping? This was not just madness, it was bold and violent—simply a tyrant! How could he be so violent? He didn't did not show any regard for the mayor! "You're wasting time." Just a second later, before Paul could react, Alexander's gaze turned cold. He reached out and grabbed the painting palette on the desk. With a loud bang, he smashed Paul's head, causing blood to splatter.

"Delay for a second, and I'll smash your head again. Let's see how long your head can hold up!"