His Lordship Alexander Kane



Show sincerity? Seek forgiveness?

In front of the Walbeer family manor, Thorin knelt on the ground, listening to Frank's furious roar and the sound of the phone being hung up, feeling as though he had fallen into an icy abyss. He turned deathly pale.

"J-Jonathan... You beast!" Thorin, usually as steady as a mountain, had lost all his previous composure.

He pushed himself up from the ground with both hands. He grabbed his phone fiercely, and as he dialed Jonathan's number, he roared hoarsely, "You little beast! You damned mongrel! I wish I could-

From the phone, a melodious and polite electronic voice sounded clearly. "The number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later..."

Unavailable? Did he turn his phone off?

"You fool!" With a roar, Thorin smashed the phone on the ground, then turned to look at the villa not far behind him. He shouted, "Horace, why haven't you come out yet? Your son has caused a huge disaster!"

A flurry of hurried and anxious footsteps immediately sounded. A middle-aged man in a suit, slightly overweight, accompanied by an elderly butler-like figure with white hair, ran up to Thorin with a nervous expression on his face. "Thorin, please calm down. Jonathan is..."

Thorin delivered a resounding slap across the face of the slightly overweight man. Unable to contain his anger, he exclaimed, "Horace, it's all because of how well you raised your son!

"Do you know what he's done? He's offended Mister Kane, who stands behind the Redwine family. Our Walbeer family is now facing utter ruin!"

What?!

Jonathan's father, Horace, the current head of the Walbeer family, instinctively covered his swollen cheek, his face full of disbelief. "Sir, the Mister Kane you mentioned is the same Alexander from the New Chesire Group? Wasn't he just a son-in-law? How could he be a big shot behind the Redwine family?

"And... Jonathan told me that Alexander has a graphite mine. He just ordered assassins to rush over to seize the graphite mine. For our Walbeer family, the significance of the graphite mine is immense. I think..."Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Another slap, harder and faster than before, sent Horace staggering back, nearly falling to the ground!

"You still dare to mention the graphite mine... Wait, what did you just say? Assassins? That scum actually dares to train men like that!?"

At that moment, Thorin's vision blurred, and his head spun.

They were done for. No wonder that little scum turned off his phone. He wanted to act first and report later, planning to make a move on Mister Kane at the Ninth Mining Zone of the Wafford Mining Corporation!

With just a few small fry, how could they possibly be a match for Mister Kane?

He was not some son-in-law. The head of the Redwine family just said he was clearly the most untouchable figure in the country!

"Helicopter! Prepare the helicopter now!" Thorin roared, his voice almost raspy. "Go to Wafford Mining Corporation right away, not a second to lose. I hope we can make it in time!

"If that little scum messes up big time, our family is finished for good!"

Horace's heart trembled. Disregarding the pain on his face, he hastily pulled out his phone and quickly contacted the Walbeer family's private pilot.

"Prepare the helicopter. Both I and Mister Walbeer Senior are in the front yard of the estate. We need to head to Wafford Mining Corporation at the fastest speed. Hurry!"

Meanwhile, in Pearson Town, at the Ninth Mining Zone of the Wafford Mining Corporation Corporation...

The colossal transport plane brought by Heath soared slowly from the square of the mining area, carrying over 20000 tons of freshly mined graphite ore, roaring towards the north.

"Mister Kane!" On the square, Darius and a group of miners gathered around Alexander, pleading earnestly, "The clients have left. You should leave too. Take Miss Chesire back to Ol' Mare. Just make phone calls for matters on this side of the northwest!

"If you don't leave soon, in case the Walbeer family's men show up, it could be-"

A sudden burst of machine gun fire instantly drowned out the voices of the miners!

It was Jonathan!

With Tiego and eight bodyguards, cradling a sleek black submachine gun, he fired a burst of bullets into the sky, then slowly approached from the entrance of the mining area, sneering at Alexander. "Kane, take a look at this. A machine gun!

"You told me to 'scram' and let your men slap me in the face? Let me see if you dare to try again!

"What I set my eyes on, no one has ever been able to take it away. That graphite mine discovered by Wafford Mining Corporation, the Walbeer family must have it!

"Now, arrange the transfer procedures and hand over the graphite mine to me, or these bullets won't discriminate. I'll turn you into a sieve right away!"