Chapter 204

Chapter 0204

The moment Alexander’s text buzzed in, Drake sprang into action instantly.

In a flash, he was out the door, still in his pricey silk Pus, with ‘Ghost Sword’ Wilhelm, the unbeaten champ of Province Town, by

his side. They bolted from the back of Rectewald Mall's posh estates, Drake’s slippers flapping all the way.

“Mister Kane.”

Riding up to the penthouse corridor, Drake spotted Alexander and beelined to him, a grin spreading wide across his face. “What

a surprise, Mister Kane! Why didn’t you give us a heads-up? I sure hope you'll overlook

any slip-ups on our part.”

Drake meant every word. Ever since Alexander laid Wilhelm flat with just one move, leaving the crowd

gobsmacked, everyone got the memo: Messing with Alexander was akin to playing with fire.

“Mister Hardy’s calling him Mister Kane?!”

The whole corridor was buzzing-Hagen, Gael, a squad of security, and Amber with her old school gang, all

with their jaws on the floor.

The big-shot Hardy, bending over backward for Alexander? Why?

The room was buzzing, but truth be told, most people did not really know Drake beyond the whispers of his clout in the shadows.

Hagen, the guy running the show at Rectewald Mall, and Gael, who just scraped into Woolpackton’s high society, knew the score

about Drake’s murky past.

Rumor had it that Drake’s rise was not just from his own hustle. He had some serious muscle backing him up.

too.

There he was, bowing down to Alexander of all people!

Was Alexander not just the Chesire family’s trophy son-in-law, a deadbeat mooching off his wife's cash?

“You're too generous, Mister Hardy.”

Alexander brushed off the crowd, his gaze cool as he locked eyes with Drake. “I didn’t plan on causing a fuss

for Mister Hardy by showing up today, but...”

He paused, gesturing casually to Hagen. “You talk to him.”

What then?

Drake’s eyes narrowed, a shadow passing over his face as he turned to Hagen. “What's with the crowd? What

went down? Did someone cross Mister Kane? Out with it!”

Hagen’s heart skipped a beat, his nerves on edge.

Climbing up to duty manager meant he had a knack for reading the room, and it hit him that Mister Kane was

not some freeloader. He was Drake’s friend.

Scratch that: Alexander was not just a friend. He was someone even Drake stepped lightly around!

“Mister Kane, please forgive me!”

In that instant, Hagen could not afford another thought. He bowed deeply to Alexander, his voice breaking with emotion. “I was

so foolish! I’ve upset Mister Kane and Miss Chesire, all because of Gael, that jerk...”

Mid-sentence, he snapped to his feet and seized Gael by the neck, his eyes wild with fury. “Gael, you've ruined me! I'll make you

pay!”

“No, please. ....

Ever since Drake had shown up, Gael was in over his head. Then, with Hagen’s hands squeezing his throat, his face turned a

deep purple. “I didn’t mean to...” he said shakily.

Mean to, what? To be so bold just moments ago?

Alexander watched indifferently and sternly said, “You had the gall to mess with my wife, refusing to check the security footage. If

you had the nerve to do it, why not own up to it?”

What?!

Drake, standing nearby, felt a twitch in his eye, a fierce glare settling in his gaze.

So that was it. That lowlife stirred up trouble, daring to target Mister Kane’s wife? He was digging his own

grave.

“Someone get over here!”

At Drake’s side, a figure known as ‘Ghost Sword’ gestured sharply, his voice carrying the weight of years and authority. “Give him

a beating he won't forget, stop at nothing!”

In an instant, a group of security guards, who had been on edge, sprang into action at Wilhelm’s command. Three of them

tackled Gael to the ground, while the others delivered a barrage of slaps to his face.

Slap after slap echoed.

In mere seconds, Gael’s face was a mess, his teeth on the verge of falling out as he lay on the ground, crying out in agony.

“Mister Kane, I’m sorry, I’ve really changed!”

Gael, his voice cracking with desperation, managed to lift his head and pleaded with Amber, who stood by Alexander's side.

“Amber, we go way back! Remember our school days? Please, for old times’ sake, let me off Just this once!”

Amber’s lips were pressed into a thin line, her gaze fixed on Alexander, oblivious to Gael’s pleas. She was well aware of

Alexander’s prowess, his combat skills, his exclusivity, and the fact that he was no ordinary ex- soldier...

Yet, the reality unfolding before her was beyond anything she could have imagined. Her husband, whom many dismissed as a

loser and a moocher, was commanding respect in a way she had never seen before. Even the big shot of Province Town bowed

to him!

“Mister Bacco, Gael... The words echoed down the hallway where Amber’s former classmates stood-men

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They were witnessing a scene more shocking than any TV drama. One thing became crystal clear to them: Amber’s husband

was no deadbeat. He was someone truly extraordinary.

“Mister Hardy, you must remember my father-in-law, the head of the Yablon family, the top VIP at Rectewald Mall, your friend!”

Gael, still on the floor, was getting slapped around by the security guards, his voice raw from crying, “Please, for my father-in-

law’s sake, ask Mister Kane to show some mercy. Beg him to let me off! I swear I’ll never step out of line again!”