2024-08-21 09:44:12Alex shook his head and chuckled.
He knew Sophia despised him.
"Sophia, let me show y—"
He wanted to let Sophia see the real him a bit, but she turned her back to him and walked to the parking lot.
A white four-seat Porsche Panamera pulled up and stopped in front of them.
A stunning young woman stepped out of the car with effortless grace, her elegant dress and sparkling jewelry enhancing her high-fashion allure.
"Sophia," she hugged Sophia.
"Lyra, thanks for coming," Sophia replied joyfully.
"I came as soon as I could when I got your text."
Lyra smiled while eyeing Alex from head to toe and shook her head.
Not a single item of value detected from head to toe.
Apart from being a bit handsome and having a somewhat fitting body, this man was totally worthless.
When Sophia texted her and told her that she was forced to marry a loser and needed a helping hand, she had thought Sophia was exaggerating.
But seeing Alex in person made her realize how unlucky Sophia was.
Most of Sophia's suitors usually carried around $250,000 on their bodies.
However, this man here only carried $25 at most.
“Alex, this is Lyra, my best friend.” Sophia suppressed her dislike and tried to sound polite.
"Nice to meet you, Lyra," Alex said, extending his hand to Lyra out of politeness.
However, Lyra retreated, with obvious disgust in her eyes.
“You know what? Riffraff should know their place.”
She ignored Alex's hand and wrapped her hands around Sophia instead.
Alex chuckled coldly and dropped his hand.
“Come on, we are already late for Chris Roland’s event at the Noble Knight Club,” Lyra smiled mischievously.
Almost everybody in Vancouver knew Chris Roland was one of Sophia’s most devoted suitors.
Lyra had always believed Chris would marry Sophia.
Chris’s father worked for Alfred Kingston, while Chris was the CEO of Biohealth Solution, a company that supported Alfred Kingston's business.
Apart from the giant tier, Kingston, there were four lower tiers in Vancouver's wealth and richest realm.
Chris's family could be called third-tier wealth, a level higher than Lancaster wealth.
Thus, from Lyra's point of view, Chris and Sophia were the perfect match.
"Of course," Sophia happily replied. "Alex, you should come with us."
"Sure," Alex raised his brows.
Maybe Sophia, was still listening to her grandfather's wish to take him around.
Meanwhile, Lyra sneered to herself.
She had already warned Chris Roland in advance.
Chris was livid and eager to teach Alex a lesson that would leave him reflecting deeply in a hospital bed.
She would let Alex know he was a frog in the well, really not fitting the rich life and not fit into Sophia’s lifestyle.
"Let us go then."
They entered Lyra’s car, and she took them to the Noble Knight Club.
It was one of the most exclusive martial arts clubs in the city for nobles and rich people only.
No middle class could enter because of the price.
Even the lowest tier of the rich in Vancouver still thought this club was too expensive.
If the lowest class came, they would be shocked to see how members could spend one year of their salary in one day only.
When they arrived, Alex realized it was a martial arts and war machine club.
Nowadays, martial arts were popular, especially swordsmanship, and most people knew some skills, more or less.
"I can’t wait to see Chris during his match," Lyra yelled and quickly dragged Sophia toward the entrance of the club, leaving Alex behind.
The automatic glass opened as it ran facial recognition for the members and the outside guard gave them a respectful bow.
As Alex approached the entrance, the glass door shut right in front of his face.
The guard sneered at him, "Drivers or servants aren't allowed in. Move along."
Lyra smirked as she pulled Sophia away.
"Let him learn his place; he’ll never be where we are."
“Who told you I am a driver or a servant? I want to enter.” Alex said calmly.
“Then become a member,” the guard yawned.
“You think any Tom and lowlife like you can just walk in here? Leave now, or you’ll regret it."
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Chapter 417
Inside the study, Alfred was deep in conversation with Doctor Harris when his phone suddenly buzzed against the polished desk.“Father,” Charles’s voice came through the loudspeaker, ragged, breathless. “The rebels opened fire on us. I’m hit.”Alfred shot up from his chair, panic cutting through his usual iron composure. “Son! Are you alright? Tell me where you’re hurt!”Charles gave a short, shaky laugh.“It’s nothing—just bruises on my arms. Kelly shoved me too hard when she pushed me down. She still needs to be taught a lesson—you should punish her later. But my girlfriend… she’s bleeding bad.”His eyes dropped to the tiny, bloody cut running down her arm. Honestly, most villagers would just spit on it, slap some dirt over, and call it “Done.”But the way she carried on, you’d think she was nine months pregnant and about to deliver triplets in the middle of the street.Suddenly this little scratch had become a full-blown emergency, complete with “rush me to the hospital, I’m dying”
Chapter 416
“Shut your mouth! You’re just an old servant—don’t speak about things you don’t understand!” Jessica’s voice exploded through the room.Her eyes burned with fury as she pointed toward the door. “Go! Call doctor Harris. He should be in the dining room!”The servant bolted without hesitation.“Damn it!” Alfred slammed his fist into the table, veins bulging on his forehead.“She can’t die! She still has to marry Logan. She still has to secure Vancouver!”His rage poured out like fire.Everything he built, everything he planned—gone in an instant. It felt like the entire world was mocking him, daring to block his rise.He wanted control. He had to win against the King, no matter the cost.Jessica’s face twisted with panic.“Damn you, Alfred! You knew she was fragile, yet you struck her with the strength of a man trained in martial arts! She’s your daughter, not an enemy! Who will control Vancouver now? What are we supposed to tell Logan?”Alfred’s chest heaved with rage, spittle flying as
Chapter 415
Alfred Kingston sat at the long dining table with his wife Jessica and their daughter Jasmine. The weight in the air was heavier than the plates before them.“Jasmine,” Alfred said, “I’m lifting your house arrest. You’ll return to Vancouver, and from now on, you’ll do exactly as I say.” “Your brother is working with his friend from Los Angeles. You’ll open the mining agreement in Vancouver for them.”Jasmine fork slipped from her hand and clattered against the plate.“Father, this is wrong. If you hand the mine over to those people, Vancouver will lose everything. Our revenues will collapse.”“That isn’t our concern,” Alfred snapped. “Just follow my orders. They’ve promised Charles thirty percent of the profits—without us lifting a finger.”“Father,” Jasmine pleaded, “without them, Vancouver’s government still keeps fifty percent of the profit—money that belongs to the people.”“If you give the mine away, Charles may take thirty, but his friends will steal another twenty. The people
Chapter 414
The next day, the headlines screamed across every state:Jericho Kane, governor of Vermont, his wife Lidia, his sister Beatrice, and five doctors—every one of them dead from poison.The news tore through the country like wildfire.Because the poison in their bodies was so lethal, there could be no funeral. No open caskets.No mourning ceremonies. The bodies were cremated quickly, the ashes carried away, erased from the earth.Out on one of the family’s massive yachts, Bella stood at the bow with Alex beside her.The sea stretched endless and cold.She held an urn, her father’s ashes swirling in the wind before falling into the dark waves.Her face was dry, untouched by tears. Her lips moved softly.“Goodbye, Father.”Alex studied her in silence.After a long pause, Bella turned, “You’re wondering why I don’t cry?”“Maybe,” Alex said.“I cried enough yesterday,” she answered flatly.“And I remember what Father told me… If the day came that he died, he wanted me to smile. To smile at hi
Chapter 413
Last week, Samuel Prescott sat across from Jericho Kane in a private study thick with the scent of oak and old leather.The table between them gleamed with crystal glasses and an unopened bottle of wine.“Samuel,” Jericho said. “I don’t understand you. You want me back in the governor’s seat? You don’t have the power to make that happen.”Jericho uncorked his finest bottle, pouring deep red into Samuel’s glass.“I don’t,” Samuel admitted, accepting the pour. “But the king does. He could put you back.”Jericho laughed, sharp and bitter. “You know where I stand. I am always on the old king’s side. Thee new king? He despises me. He gave Kelly Kingston the governorship just to keep me out.”“The king sees more than you think, Kane.” Samuel swirled the wine, took a sip, and let his eyes widen. “Remarkable vintage.”Jericho smirked faintly.“He’s been watching you,” Samuel continued. “You’ve done nothing. You’ve stayed in the shadows. To him, that means you’re teachable—maybe even useful ag
Chapter 412
“Lidia!” Beatrice shouted. “How can you even call yourself a mother? Your daughter is out of control.”“You’ve failed—utterly failed. You’re a disgrace as a mother; you should be ashamed.”Lidia turned on her. “Beatrice, I’ll warn you only once. Bella is Jericho’s daughter. She already carries the authority of the Kane family and the governor himself.”“If she decides to kill me, no one will stop her. So you’d better make damn sure the doctor you brought here saves Jericho—he’s the only one who can keep Bella under control.”Beatrice’s face twisted in outrage.“I’m trying to do what’s best for my brother! How dare you let her threaten me? I should teach my niece how to show respect to her aunt!” She spun on her heel to storm out.A Kane guard raised his pistol and fired.The shot cracked, and Beatrice screamed as the bullet tore into her leg. Blood gushed down her skirt, pooling on the floor.“Holy God! You shot me?!” Beatrice wailed, clutching her leg.“You’re dead! Do you hear me? Y
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