His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0347 “All my bad press is just...gone?” +15 BONOS

The next morning, in the dining area of the Ol’ Mare Seaside Grand Hotel, Wanda stared at her phone in disbelief. The trending topics online that had been brewing overnight had taken a shocking turn.

“| can’t believe it,” she gasped. “My reputation’s been cleared overnight? It’s like magic!” Kelvin, sitting next to her, was equally stunned, his eyes wide as he struggled to take in the sudden change.

The Intehad been a battleground just the night before, with a relentless tide of criticism aimed at Wanda. It was as if the tide had turned, the whole online world seemed to be rallying to her defense.

Her popularity was soaring, her fan base growing by the second, and her nwas on everyone’s lips in the entertainment world.

“Feeling better now?”

Across the table, Alexander smiled gently. “Miss Briers, you won’t have to worry about being targeted anymore. You're free to pursue your dreams, to sing or act, and to thrive in the spotlight.”

Thrive? Wanda’s face was a mix of hope and weariness.

After years of battling through the treacherous terrain of showbiz, she was exhausted. After the recent scandal, she and Kelvin had cut ties with Zimler Entertainment and their former colleague Travis.

No team, no stylist, no assistant, not even an agent. How was she supposed to move forward?

“| know what’s on your mind.” Alexander shook his head with a reassuring smile. “Miss Briers, why don’t you head up to your room and rest? Mister Scruggs, you’re with me.”

He stood up and strode confidently toward the grand entrance of the hotel. Kelvin paused for just a second, gave Wanda a quick wave, and took off after the others. Meanwhile, at the Zabaleta headquarters of Zimler Entertainment Group...

In the CEO’s penthouse office, Travis was in a rage, hurling expensive decorations against the wall, bellowing like a man possessed. “You jerk, this is all your fault... Wanda, you're ruining my company!”

He was beside himself with anger.

Zimler Entertainment never had a large roster of artists to begin with; it heavily relied on Wanda. With Wanda terminating her contract with the company, Zimler Entertainment was on the brink of collapse, and its stock price plummeted.

In just one day, the group’s value had tanked, the once 300-million—dollar entertainment giant teetering on the brink of bankruptcy.

+15 BONOS “Mr. Zimmer.”

The office door cracked open, and a voice that was teasing yet not quite amused chimed in. “Looks like you're in a bit of a bind, Mr. Zimmer. Need a hand figuring things out?”

What the...?

Travis was caught off-guard for a moment before he whipped around, ready to lash out at the intruder. However, his eyes widened in shock.

Kelvin? Was Kelvin really standing there behind that smirking guy?

“The nerve of you showing your face here!” Seeing Kelvin, Travis‘ fury erupted, his eyes blazing with anger.

He had a roster of agents, but Kelvin was the star player, Wanda’s go-to guy, making him pretty much irreplaceable. Once they left, Zimler Entertainment was gutted, leaving Travis so mad he could chew nails.

“Getting angry just wrecks your health, you know.”

Alexander strolled in with Kelvin, plopped down on the couch like he owned the place, and gave Travis a pitying shake of the head. “If | were in your shoes, I’d be thanking Mister Scruggs and Miss Briers, not stewing

in my own juice.”

He paused, then calmly flashed two fingers. “Flat rate, a hundred fifty million.”

Travis‘ head was a beehive of disbelief, his feet glued to the floor. “A hundred fifty million? What... What are you getting at?!” Alexander just grinned.

He gestured to the plush wooden floor and said with an easy smile, “As of today, Zimler Entertainment Group is mine, and the hundred fifty million is yours, cash on the barrelhead.”

What?! Travis’ eyes popped. His heart hammered like a drum solo, and he was gasping for air.

In the old days, he would have laughed off such a deal. However, with Zimler Entertainment on the ropes after Wanda walked, profits nosediving to rock bottom, they would be belly up in no time.

At this point, he would be lucky to get even 15 million, let alone 150 million.

“You've got to be kidding me!”

The fleeting thrill vanished as Travis cto his senses, his eyes burning holes into Alexander, his face twisted in fury. “Don’t think for a second | can’t tell that your outfit isn’t even worth a measly one hundred and fifty bucks!

“You're claiming you can whip out a hundred fifty million? Go on, ask anyone in this tiny town of Zabaleta-

nobody’s got the guts to mess with me!”

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Alexander just smiled and shook his head.

It was no wonder Zimler Entertainment was floundering. Travis, the big shot, was too busy judging books by their covers to understand the art of subtlety.

“I'm on a tight schedule.”

Without giving Travis another glance, Alexander whipped out his phone, swiftly transferred funds, then turned to Kelvin with a gentle voice, “A hundred fifty million in your account now. You're in charge of Zimler Entertainment's future, got it?

“Get Miss Briers hooked up with top-notch entertainment, churn out a few hits... Amber’s gonna love it.” With that, he stood up and strolled out as if he had just finished an errand. Silence took over the office.

Travis stared at the door Alexander had exited through, then swung his gaze to Kelvin, his throat suddenly dry. “Kelvin... No, Mister Scruggs, did your account really just grow by a hundred fifty million?

“That kind of money, he...”

He could not finish his thought.

Next to him, Kelvin was staring at his phone, his eyes growing wider by the second. It was 150 million!

Just moments ago, Alexander wired a whopping 150 million into his own account. No joke—-he had gone and snapped up Zimler Entertainment!