Chapter 348

Roughly two hours later...

In the presidential suite of the Ol’ Mare Seaside Grand Hotel, perched high on the top floor.

Kelvin’s hands shook ever so slightly as he passed the deed of sale to Wanda.

‘T—This is...”

Wanda’s eyes popped wide open, and she leaped from the couch as if on springs.

Was that the deed to Zimler Entertainment Group?!

Alexander had told her to take a break in her room, and just like that, Zimler Entertainment was hers? Kelvin as

the big boss of the whole shebang?

No way!

“It's for real.”

Kelvin managed a gulp and a wry smile. “I was pinching myself at first, but it’s no dream. Mister Kane threw down a refreshing

hundred fifty million. Travis is over the moon, and the legal eagles had the paperwork

wrapped up in two hours flat...”

Wanda clutched her chest, her cheeks aflame with excitement.

It was no fantasy—it was happening!

Had Alexander really forked over that kind of cash for her? Was he... Did he have a thing for her? Was that his

grand, wallet—-busting declaration of love?

“Oh, and one more thing.”

Kelvin chuckled and scratched his head as he saw the sparkle in Wanda’s eyes, “Mister Kane’s got big plans

for you. He’s lining up top-notch entertainment gigs, hooking you up with the hottest songwriters to pen some

killer tracks. Miss Chesire can’t get enough of your tunes.”

Then, like a thunderclap, Wanda’s heart skipped a beat, and the smile that had just begun to bloom on her

face froze.

Amber?

Was Alexander’s whole play to buy Zimler Entertainment just to have her serenade Amber? He was not into

her, but all that was just to cheer up Amber?

Did she...not mean a thing to him?

“Kelvin, I need you to take care of the business stuff. I just need a little peace and quiet.”

She inhaled deeply, managing a faint smile. Watching Kelvin’s puzzled look as he turned to leave, she bit her lip and whispered,

“Do you know where Sir Kane might be? Has he...gone back to Ol‘ Mare?”

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Kelvin paused, a crease forming on his forehead.

Wanda had a point.

Mister Kane had not headed back to the Ol‘ Mare Seaside Grand Hotel after making that transfer. Where in the world was he?

Meanwhile...

Amere six kilometers from the Ol’ Mare Seaside Grand Hotel, in a serene teahouse, Alexander was savoring his coffee with a

contented air. He glanced at George and Ray and asked in a low voice, “How's Andrew? Is he all patched up?”

The two men locked eyes for a moment before nodding in unison. “All good.”

Andrew Tannerman, once the right-hand man of Hank Zabaleta of the Ledger family, was notorious for doing the family’s dirty

work without a second thought.

However, it was Alexander who dug up the dormant case, exposing the grim truth behind Andrew’s sister’s untimely death.

“After he got out of the hospital, Andrew didn’t go back to the Ledgers. He just disappeared,” George reported as he poured

coffee for Alexander.

“Sir Kane, the Severn family has its fingers in a few pies around Zabaleta too. Word on the street is, Andrew's been seen by the

small-time gangs. He’s stocking up on guns, and rumor has it...even grenades.”

Really?

Alexander’s eyebrow quivered, his eyes narrowing with interest.

Five years back, Molly was killed after a brutal encounter with Marcus and a pack of privileged brats from Zabaleta’s elite

families—Marcus from the Ledgers, Damyon from the Campbells, and Yasiel Saunders from the Saunders family.

“Andrew is young, but don’t let that fool you. The guy's a force to be reckoned with, a real Grandmaster,” Alexander mused,

taking a leisurely sip of his coffee. “With his skills and now armed to the teeth? I'd say it’s only a matter of time before the big

shots from that nasty business get what’s coming to them.”

George hummed thoughifully. “If Andrew goes all out, he could turn the world of the three major families upside down, but...”

Boom!

Somewhere in the distance, an explosive roar shattered the silence, overpowering George’s voice.

A towering inferno almost 20 meters high erupted into the sky, creating a mushroom cloud of fire and blood that slowly faded

away into the heavens.

“What in the world...”

George and Ray, their faces drained of color, sprinted to the window, eyes fixed on the billowing smoke far away, their pupils

shrinking in shock.

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Amid the wreckage of several destroyed luxury armored cars was a figure, his clothes ripped and soaked in blood, his face

smeared with gore, radiating a fierce killing intent.

It was Andrew.