His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar
Chapter 205

Chapter 0205

Gael’s father-in-law, Bram Yablon, head of the Yablon clan, became a household name. The Yablon

Pharma Group’s smashing entry onto the NASDAK ballooned the family fortune to billions, catapulting

them into Woolpackton’s elite.

For Gael Bram was the last hope, the ace up his sleeve. Even the shadowy figures who pulled the

strings in

Woolpackton’s underworld heavyweights tipped their hats to Bram.

“Your father-in-law, Bram?”

Drake paused, then stepped closer to Alexander, his voice a hushed murmur, “Mister Kane, I know

Bram. He’s not the one to worry about-it’s the muscle behind him that’s chilling.”

He leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper, “The pharma market’s a gold mine, and the big players-the

super- families-are all diving in. I can’t say who’s got Bram’s back, but the word on the street is…they

hail from the

north.”

The north? That got a chuckle out of Alexander.

Regulus Windsur, the north’s mightiest, was his turf, where he reigned supreme-a one-man army, the

legendary Lord of War, Alexander himself!

“Mister Hardy.” Alexander’s lips twitched into a sly grin as he eyed Drake.

“Only a sharp mind can lead Woolpackton, and a sharp mind knows the game.”

“Let’s see just how sharp you really are!”

The influence Bram wielded was a force not even he would dare cross. Yet, there stood Alexander,

whose prowess was nothing short of breathtaking. With a mere flick of his wrist, he effortlessly took

down the famed ” Ghost Sword” Wilhelm, a master of the mystical energy transformation realm.

“I, Drake Hardy, was all in this time, ready to risk not only my fortune but also my life to win over Mister

Kane.”

Drake said.

Drake bit down hard, a determined glint in his eyes as he turned to Wilhelm at his side and

commanded in a low growl, “Wilhelm, get the Yablons on the line. Tell them they’ve got ten minutes to

show up. Any longer, and they’ll be greeted by Gael’s dead body.”

Wilhelm whipped out his phone and punched in the number with practiced ease.

Bram, the up-and-coming tycoon of Woolpackton, head of the Yablon clan.

Roughly ten minutes passed.

“My husband, Gael?!” a shrill, hysterical scream echoed down the hallway. “Drake, have you lost your

sight? On your own ground, someone had the gall to touch my husband? Who was it? I’ll have his

head!”

In a flash, all eyes in the hallway snapped to the source of the commotion.

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Gael’s wife, Bram’s fiery daughter, Nery Yablon, stormed in. She looked like she had just stepped out of

a spa, clad in a robe with mask residue on her face, flanked by an elder in green and four stern

bodyguards. One look

at Gael, and she was seething.

Poor Gael had been dealt a rough hand.

A team of security guards had taken turns slapping him silly for a solid ten minutes. Despite his gym-

honed

resilience, his face was now a battered mess, swollen and bloody, beyond recognition.

“Mister Hardy.”

Behind Nery stood Bram in a sharp gray suit, his face etched with lines that hinted at a life just tipping

past fifty. His eyes flicked to Gael, and his expression turned stormy. “You owe me an explanation. Your

people

have hurt my son-in-law!”

Drake ignored Bram, his attention locked on the four bodyguards and the enigmatic elder in green

standing behind the Yablon father-daughter duo. Before the Yablons had climbed the ranks, his own

Ghost Sword was the undisputed champion of Province Town. However, ever since Bram’s sudden

ascent, this old man had become his shadow. His true power was a mystery, but the whispers in the

town’s underbelly were certain-he had reached a realm of energy transformation that was almost

mythical.

“So you’re Gael’s father-in-law, Bram?” Alexander’s voice was calm, almost detached, as he held

Amber’s hand and faced the Yablons. “Gael crossed my wife. I won’t bore you with the details. You

have two choices.

*First. New Chesire Group from Ol’ Mare is branching out to Woolpackton. Your Yablon Pharma Group

will supply the facilities and equipment, worth no less than a billion. Do this, and Gael lives.

“Or, take Gael back without any compensation. However, all you’ll be carrying home is his body.”

Bram’s eyes flashed icily before he threw his head back and laughed. “So that’s why Mister Hardy

snubbed me. You’re the puppet master!”

His eyes flickered over Alexander and Amber with a cruel smirk. “Ol’ Mare, huh? When did this

backwater town spit out someone like you? New Chesire Group… So, you’re that Chesire’s son-in-law,

Alexander? And the woman with you has to be the big-shot GM from Chesire Corp. Amber, right?

Alright, then!”

He turned to the stoic elder in green robes beside him, giving a respectful nod. “Mister Lacombe, this

isn’t just about the Yablon family’s honor. It’s about the big boss’s reputation, too. I’m asking you to step

in and silence

Alexander once and for all.”

‘Silence him once and for all’ was a chilling way to say it.

He was calling for Alexander’s death.

they were nothing. His The elder in green, Quon Lacombe, indifferently looked past Drake and Wilhelm

as if they gaze landed briefly on Alexander, and he said sternly. “In all of Tormora, fewer than ten

people merit my blade. Consider it an honor to die by my hand.”

With those words, he stepped forward, and the air seemed to tremble.

It was like a mountain had decided to stroll through the room, his presence crashing down on everyone

like an

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Amber’s old classmates, the security team, and the duty manager Hagen all looked terrified. Even

Drake and Wilhelm blanched, stepping back involuntarily before Quon’s might.

“Alex…” Amber, standing close to Alexander, felt the full weight of Quon’s fearsome power. Her heart

skipped at

beat.

However, Alexander’s hand in hers was a beacon of warmth, infusing her with courage so profound

she stood.

rooted to the spot, unshaken.

“I’ve given you chances that you just didn’t take seriously.” Alexander said, turning to give Amber a

reassuring look before his eyes settled coolly on Bram and Quon. He spoke with calm authority. “Now, I

can simply declare the outcome: the Yablon family will lose everything they own. And Gael’s body?

Forget about taking it

back.”

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