His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0605 The sleek, bulletproof sedan glided to a stop in front of the towering Wafford Mining Corporation headquarters, carrying Alexander and Amber within its fortified embrace.

"Give them a big welcome, folks! Let's roll out the red carpet!" ‘The entire team at Wafford Mining is thrilled to have Miss Chesire and Mister Kane grace us with their presence. Let's show our leaders the warmest of welcomes!" "Salute with the cannons, light up the sky with fireworks—let's make it snappy!" -In the midst of the jubilant celebration, the sedan parked smoothly at the building's entrance. Vinicent, with the beauty of a secretary by his side, barely dressed for the occasion, greeted them with a beaming smile and a bow of utmost deference. "A wonderful day to you, Miss Chesire, and to you, Mister Kane!" It was a wonderful day.

Alexander and Amber emerged from the car, acknowledging the staff with a casual wave.

Without wasting another moment, they joined arms and strode into the heart of the building, where they reigned supreme.

"My deepest apologies!" At the pinnacle of the office tower, Vinicent served up steaming cups of coffee to Alexander and Amber. His face etched with guilt, he confessed, "I've only just learned about the mess in mining sector nine. Galvin Brooks has been hoarding the workers’ pay for his own gain. It's a failure of my oversight, and I'm deeply sorry for the trouble it's caused.

"Look, we've just been swamped by the Mineral Group. Rumor has it there's some new magnetic field in the ore veins, right over in the Ninth District? My team's been running around like headless chickens, and even today's welcome ceremony was thrown together last minute. | really hope Miss Chesire and Mister Kane can overlook the rush!" ~The guy seemed sincere enough, but his cover !

was blown, and all the acting chops in the world could not save him then.

"Mister Reath's got a point." Alexander took a casual sip of his coffee, clearly impressed: "Being in charge means you can't always keep an eye on everything. Miss Chesire and | only caught wind of this mess after someone tipped us off.

"The miners have received their paychecks, and the drama hasn't spread, so while Mister Reath didn't exactly save the day, you've been through the wringer. Let's just call it water under the bridge, there's no need for any quilt trips, Mister Reath." Vinicent kept his poker face, but inside, he was “doing cartwheels.

The boss nailed it! ‘Alexander and Amber, they've got a soft spot for the crew. As long as you don't screw up royally, they're likely to let things slide. Coming clean really paid off this time—no punishment!" A passing notion flashed across Vincent's thoughts.

"Miss Chesire, Mister Kane." Vinicent fought to keep the glee under wraps, his face a mask of sorrow. "You both have such big hearts, and | can't thank you enough! "I've heard about this magnetic field in the Ninth District, and there might be some rare minerals hiding down there. Give me a shot to lead the dig and make things right, will you?" Taking charge of the dig? Vinicent, you just can't wait, can you? Showing your hand that fast!" A brief thought darted through Alexander's mind.

‘Let's give Mister Reath a shot at making things right,” Amber suggested, turning to Alexander with an innocent look that seemed oblivious to Vinicent's devious plans.

"Alexander, how about we put Mister Reath in charge of the deep mining operations in Ninth District? Sounds good to you?" Absolutely!

Alexander's smile held a hidden edge as he eyed Vinicent. "Handing it over to Mister Reath is fine by me. However, the magnetic fields down there are pretty intense, and not just any | miner can handle it. Got any tricks up your sleeve, Mister Reath?" | ‘ldo, I do!" Vinicent was ecstatic, nodding vigorously. "I've spent years in the Northwest, rubbing elbows with some tough martial arts | types. | can call them up right now to help dig | out that ore vein under Ninth District!" Martial arts types? The Northwest was a backwater with few influential families and even fewer martial arts schools. Where was he getting all those so- | “called martial artists? Clearly, they were from the Black Maple Organization's outpost in the Northwest.

‘Well then, Miss Chesire and | can rest easy," Alexander said, his smile never reaching his eyes as he addressed Vinicent. "Mister Reath, you've got full control over Ninth District. Miss Chesire and | will step back. Here's to your

roaring success!" With that, Alexander stopped paying Vinicent any mind and strode off with Amber.

"Idiot!" Vinicent watched with a sneer until Alexander and Amber were out of sight. He wasted no time, whipping out his phone and dialing a number he knew like the back of his hand.

"The trap's sprung," he reported to the three operatives on the line. "Alexander's taken the bait, and I'm now running the show at the Ninth District.

"Get ready to blend in. Suit up in miner's gear and make your way to the Ninth District!" However, what Vinicent did not realize was that...

The moment they left the towering Wafford Mining Building, Alexander and Amber slid into a bulletproof sedan. They too pulled out their phones, only to receive an urgent update from Juno, the Duke of War.

"We've got a lock on the location! "The Black Maple Organization's hideout in the Northwest? It's holed up in an old, rundown apartment block on the outskirts of Pearson town, southwest side, ready to be torn down."