Chapter 282

Chapter 0282

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This was Alexander Kane?

After a short moment of panic, Michael glared at Alexander and slowly retreated while saying, “What are you doing here? Did

Amber ask you to come here? Jerome told me all about you. You can fight well...”

Michael retreated to the corner of the balcony where there was a potted plant. The potted plant looked ordinary, but...

“Haha!” The moment he was by the plant, Michael reached his right hand out, grabbed a gold-plated Sand Hawk pistol from the

pot, and aimed it at Alexander.

He sneered. “Even if you could fight, I don’t think you would think that I have a gun, right?”

Agun?

Alexander smiled. He did not even look at the gun in Michael’s hand. “You imitated the New Chesire Group's Life One, falsified

documents regarding that, and threatened Amber to give you her base. Michael Lowenthal, did you do this on your own accord,

or did Jerome instigate you?

“The answer will have to do with your life or death. Of course, you could lie too. I won’t mind.”

Michael blinked. He seemed to have heard the world’s funniest joke. He laughed for almost a minute.

Then, he wrapped his right index finger around the trigger of the gun. He waved his left hand at Jerome. “Go to the living room

downstairs. There is a pair of alloy handcuffs in the drawer of the coffee table. Bring it to me!”

Jerome nodded and ran downstairs. He returned in less than half a minute with a pair of silver handcuffs. He glared at Alexander

before yelling, “Mister Lowenthal, I'm here!”

Michael, still aiming the pistol at Alexander, waved at Jerome and sneered. “Put the cuffs on him! Cuff him tighter! If he dares to

resist, I'll shoot his head off!”

“Okay.” Jerome sneered maliciously. He quickly walked over to behind Alexander and cuffed Alexander’s hands together tightly.

Relieved, Jerome yelled at Michael, “Mister Lowenthal, I did as you asked. He won't be able to break free!” Please, Michael

scoffed at Alexander. He sized up Alexander, and his grin grew malicious. “You're really good at fighting, aren’t you, Alexander?

Are you giving up already?

“How dare you intrude into my mansion and beat up my men. You were trying to stand up for Amber, right? I only have two words

for you: Dream on!”

Jerome was even more malicious. He glared at Alexander and encouraged Michael, “Mister Lowenthal, you don’t have to waste

your breath on him. Just kill him! As long as he’s dead, New Chesire Group will be defenseless. I'll be able to get it back. I'll give

you fifty-no, sixty percent of the shares!”

Michael beamed viciously. He finally apprehended Alexander. How could he kill him off so easily? He had to have fun with him

before killing him off!

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“Alexander!” Michael walked up to Alexander with the gun aimed in the middle of his head. He snickered lewdly. “I’ve long

wanted to try Ol’ Mare’s most beautiful woman, Amber Chesire! Now that you're in my hand, do you think she’d be willing to

sleep with me to save you?”

Then, he took his phone from his shorts. He was about to call Amber.

“Michael.” Alexander’s hands were cuffed behind his back, but his expression had not changed once. “You still haven’t answered

my question. I guess it isn’t important anymore.”

What?

Michael was stunned. Then, he looked at Alexander mockingly. “You're still putting on a brave act in front of me? I-’

Alexander calmly moved his arms, and the alloy handcuffs broke like straw.

The skin around his wrist was not damaged at all. There were no markings on his wrist!

“Now you're just asking for it!” Michael jumped in fright. He instinctively took two steps backward. His eyes gleamed maliciously.

He pulled the trigger, about to kill Alexander.

“Too slow,” Alexander said calmly. The moment he said that, he flickered right in front of Michael and snatched the Sand Hawk

pistol from Michael. His hands moved so quickly that they were a blur.

In less than two seconds, Alexander disassembled the gun. The parts of the gun, including the bullets, fell to the ground with a

clang.

“What the hell?!” On the balcony, Michael, Jerome, and the nightclub woman who looked like Amber were dumbstruck.

Alexander broke the cuffs and disassembled the gun in less than two seconds! What sort of freak was he?

“You no longer have the gun. You don’t have anything to rely on anymore.”

Alexander calmly looked at Michael and said, “Amber is my wife. She is also the one thing that could not be touched. Anyone

who touches her will die.

“Now tell me. Do you regret it?”