Chapter 449

The mood in the room was grim until a familiar, buoyant voice broke the silence. “Looks like you've hit a snag.” Alexander said

with a grin as he stood at the conference room door.

It was Alexander. Fresh from his trip to Yewspire Mountain, he made a beeline for the company, arriving just in time for the crisis

meeting.

“Mister Kane!”

“It's really Mister Kane! Mister Kane is back!”

“Alex...”

Seeing Alexander, the executives’ spirits soared, their anxiety melting away like morning fog.

He was Miss Chesire’s husband, the head of security for New Chesire Group, and the man they called the king without a crown.

His presence alone was a testament to the belief that no problem was too great when he was involved-a belief that had never

been shaken.

He had the track record to prove it, earning him the title of Ol‘ Mare’s true king.

“I'm up to speed on the Xanthos family issue.” Alexander announced as he strolled into the room, gesturing for everyone to take

their seats again. He chuckled softly, “Leave this one to me. You

can all breathe easy.”

Just like that, the tension that gripped the room evaporated.

With Alexander's assurance, it felt like they could weather any storm. The Ledger family debacle? Alexander handled that with

ease. That time would be no different.

“Alex, what’s our move?”

Amber’s gaze rested on her husband, her eyes soft with affection despite the crowd of executives around them. “Rabaldiston’s

the key to the north’s freight network. It’s a battleground, crucial for

both local and international interests.

“Our people and our products are stuck there, thanks to the other side...”

Amber did not need to finish; Alexander got the whole picture.

Rabaldiston was not just any city. It was the linchpin of the north, its docks a gateway for the

group’s northern branches, which depended on the sea for their raw materials.

The seizure of their ships, the detention of their crew-it was like severing New Chesire Group’s

lifeline. With the branches inoperable, the financial hit to headquarters was staggering.

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“Existing products won't cut it if we want to keep our foothold up north.”

After a moment's thought, Alexander said, “We've got two ways out of this mess. First, we rush to craft skincare and health

products that fit the northern clientele like a glove.

“Second, we free our ships and our people. We tackle both fronts at once—-everyone has a part to play. Let's get to it!”

The executives rose as one, nodding respectfully to Amber and Alexander before scattering to their posts, ready to innovate

once more.

As for that second front...

Alexander had made it clear—he was going to step in himself.

Rabaldiston was a place of power, a jewel covered by all. To the south, it held sway over three vast seas, to the north, it

stretched across nine provinces. A land of historical conflicts, its worth was beyond measure. Even a sliver of its wealth could

prop up a faltering noble house.

That was why Rabaldiston was a magnet for the elite, a playground for the powerful, and a melting pot for everyone from the

farthest reaches of the land and beyond. The city’s social fabric was a tangled web of alliances and rivalries.

The Green Gang, Redford Sect, Tri-Union, the Mafia—they were just the tip of the iceberg. Countless local players, too, held their

ground fiercely.

Among them, ‘The Little Knife Society‘ stood tall, a force to be reckoned with.

In the thick of it all, at Rabaldiston’s bustling docks, a wiry man with a metallic glint at his hip surveyed the cargo ships. He turned

to the man before him, the one they called president.

“Vicenzo, do we really need to spare any of New Chesire Group’s goons? Wouldn't it be simpler to just wipe them out?”