His Lordship Alexander Kane

Neil slapped Donovan, one harder than the other.

Donovan’s cheeks were covered with handprints. His teeth become loose from the slap. Blood flowed out of his mouth.

“You deserve to die, you old bastard! You, that cripple Patrick, and that bitch Amber deserve to die!” Neil yelled manically.

He was going mad.

After about 30 slaps, Neil panted tiredly. He glared at Donovan before picking up his phone and making a call.

“Harry! Are you there?”

Harry Chesire, the second son of the Chesire family, had left home when he was young. He was closest to Donovan. He rarely got in touch with Neil because Neil was overambitious and cruel. He would not get in touch with Neil if not needed.

“The Chesire family is going down.”

Neil harrumphed coldly. “Dad’s had a cerebral hemorrhage. He is completely paralyzed. You better come back to see him for the last time.”

Neil hung up and sneered at Donovan.

He understood Harry well enough.

Donovan fell paralyzed because of the New Chesire Group. Knowing Harry’s temper, he surely would not let Patrick off the hook. When he returned, he would surely go

after Patrick.

Neil was prepared to be there to make sure they tore at each other’s throats so he could profit from it all.

“You better die two days from now, old man! Let Harry come back to see how terrible your situation is!”

Neil grew excited at just the mere thought of the impending sibling fight.

He patted Donovan's face and said arrogantly, “I want you to watch Harry and Patrick kill each other. They are your favorite sons. Hahaha!”

Tears streamed down Donovan's face.

He was sorry for his two sons. He sincerely prayed that they would not fall for Neil’s trap.

At that moment, in a luxuriously decorated bar in Province Town.

Harry threw his phone on the ground and stomped on it.

Veins popped up on his arms and neck. His muscles were straining to break free from his black t-shirt.

His hairless head reflected the lights in the room, making him look cold and aloof. He had left home for many years and finally made a name for himself in Province. Town. How could something so unexpected happen to his father?

“Men, come with me.” Harry turned to his men and said angrily, “Arrange your work at hand and follow me back to Ol Mare. We leave right away!”

His men took their phones out to deal with the matters over in Province Town before following Harry to Ol‘ Mare.

Time flew quickly. The long night finally ended.

The next morning, Alexander drove the Porsche and sent Amber to the office.

A dozen bodyguards stood in formation, and the one at the most upfront was Ray. “Sir!” greeted Ray, to which the other guards followed suit.

“Sir!”

Amber covered her mouth in shock.

She sized Alexander up, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. She even felt that +15 BONUS

Alexander was the General Manager instead, while she was his little bodyguard that no one paid attention to.

Amber headed into the office. Alexander scanned Ray and the others before waving at them. Then, he headed into the building.

The training ground of the bodyguards was behind the building. The training was modeled after the training done at the Northern Wyverna Frontier Corps. There were many obstacles and hurdles to pass through. They had to crawl their way forward, carry sandbags, jump with weights, do a triathlon, and float on logs...

“Everyone, watch closely!”

Alexander immediately jumped onto a floating log. He was in balance. In less than 30 seconds, he easily went past all 24 levels of obstacles.

The guards were baffled.

Alexander had set a training standard for them. As long as they could finish all levels of obstacles within eight minutes, they would pass.

The truth was that even the most highly—trained special forces needed at least 10 minutes to finish all these obstacles. “If you want to get stronger, you'll train. Go.”

Alexander waved his hand and said calmly, “I'll give you twenty days. Start right

away.”

The guards saluted him and ran to practice on the obstacles. Most of them kept

falling into the mud, but they dusted themselves and got back right up.

No one complained about it being tough, nor about them being dirty. They only had

a strong desire to become stronger. Mostly, it was trust and admiration for

Alexander.

As long as they stayed loyal to Alexander, they would surely become stronger.

Harry returned to the Chesire Mansion in less than half a day.

Six SUVs were parked right outside the gate. A few dozen burly men were right behind Harry. They entered the mansion.

Neil had gotten the house staff to clean Donovan’s room, knowing that Harry was returning home. He even got it redecorated. He had long brought Donovan back

from the hospital. “Dad! I’m sorry I’m late!” Seeing Donovan, Harry groaned and knelt by the side of the bed.

“What happened? Why did this happen to you? | remember the doctor said that you shouldn't be agitated at all costs. Who did it, Dad? Tell me. I'll kill him!”

Tears streamed down Donovan's face.

He wanted to tell the truth, but he was completely paralyzed. He could only let out muffled moans. He could not even form a complete sentence.

“Harry, do you really not know?” Neil stood by the side and sneered. “Who else? Of course, it’s that cripple Patrick and his daughter!”

Harry clenched his fists tightly. He trembled. The veins on his neck popped.

Neil's gaze gleamed slyly. He sneered. “I guess you haven't heard about it yet. Patrick formed a new company and called it ‘New Chesire Group‘. He has embarrassed us all! Dad got angry and passed out on the spot. If | didn’t send him to the hospital in time, what you'll be seeing now is his urn instead.”

“Ahh!” Harry roared. His eyes reddened. He grabbed Neil by the neck and gritted his teeth. “What the hell is going on?!” COIN BUNDLE: get more free bonus

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