The Return Of The Underworld Boss

YOUNG MASTER!!

A piercing screeching sound jolted Alexander's senses, as if a heavy vehicle was struggling to come to an abrupt stop.

The sudden noise left him stunned and a sense of apprehension gripped him, causing him to question his impulsive decision to jump.

Perhaps it wasn't the best choice after all, he thought to himself.

Just as he was trying to collect his thoughts, a distinguished-looking and elegant man probably in his fifties emerged from the vehicle that had screeched to a halt.

The man's authoritative voice boomed out, commanding him to stop. Alexander's heart raced with nervous energy as he watched the man approach him, wondering who he was.

"Young master, it's time to take over the assets not the time to die" The well-dressed man approached Alexander, he executed a graceful bow, displaying a sense of respect and formality.

"Why are you calling me 'young master'?" Alexander asked, his voice laced with confusion and a hint of suspicion.

The well-dressed man let out a weary sigh, his eyes portraying a sense of longing mixed with relief.

"It's indeed been too long. Hopefully, I wasn't too late. Can we go somewhere quieter to talk?" the man suggested.

Alexander nodded absentmindedly, still trying to piece together the puzzle of this unexpected encounter. He followed the man to his car, his mind racing with questions.

The vehicle that Alexander had the pleasure of experiencing was a black, sleek car that had a distinctly low profile. Although it appeared to be compact from the outside, the moment he stepped inside, it was clear that this car was not lacking in luxury.

The interior of the car was outfitted with a range of high-end amenities, including a small TV screen that provided entertainment for the passengers.

The seats were upholstered in a soft, supple material that offered a comfortable and inviting place to sit, and the interior lighting was warm and inviting, creating a cozy ambiance within the vehicle.

Despite its small size, the car was surprisingly spacious, with ample legroom and headroom that ensured passengers never felt cramped or confined.

The vehicle was also exceptionally quiet, with minimal road noise and a smooth, comfortable ride that made it easy to forget that one was even traveling in a car.

This car was a true testament to the power of engineering and design, offering a sleek, stylish exterior that was matched only by its luxurious and comfortable interior.

As the car pulled up to a small cafe, Alexander and the elegant man sat silently in the back seat, while the driver focused on navigating the streets.

The lack of conversation between them was palpable, and the tension in the air was almost tangible.

After a few minutes, they arrived at their destination, a quaint little cafe with an open sign hanging on the door. It was clear that the cafe was open for business, but there wasn't a single customer inside.

Alexander and the middle-aged man, still wordlessly following one another, walked inside and ordered a cup of coffee each.

As they waited for their coffee, the middle-aged man let out a deep sigh, as if carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"I never expected that this day would come," he muttered quietly to himself, his words tinged with a sense of resignation.

Alexander looked at him quizzically, wondering what he meant, but the man simply stared off into the distance, lost in thought.

The silence between them was deafening, broken only by the sound of the coffee machine churning out their drinks.

It was clear that something heavy was weighing on the man's mind, but Alexander didn't want to pry. Instead, he sipped his coffee in silence, content to let the man speak when he was ready.

"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jameson Pierce, and I have the role of serving as the butler for the Greece family. What I may say might seem like an unexpected revelation to you , but I assure you that anything I say is true. As the family butler, it is my responsibility to ensure that the family's affairs are in order,"

The man paused for a moment and looked at Alexander, a mix of emotions crossing his face. He then continued, "And speaking of family, You, Alexander Greece are the the grandson of the family's helmsman and as such, you are the direct heir of the Greece family."

"What Greece family?" For the first time, Alexander spoke with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Jameson Pierce, who had just mentioned the name, replied, "The Greece family of the capital." He spoke in a calm and measured tone, as if it was a well-known name.

Upon hearing the response, Alexander let out a sudden burst of laughter. It was so unexpected that it caught Jameson off guard.

His laughter was loud and unrestrained, as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the century. It was unclear why he found the mention of this family amusing.

"I Alexander, the successor of the Greece family residing in the capital city. Please, sir, stop playing jokes on me." With a chuckle, he said, "Let me take a guess, are we secretly recording a scriptless movie right now?"

With a serene expression, Jameson Pierce's lips curled up into a smile as he deftly tapped away at his phone screen. Within moments, he had composed a message and hit send, prompting his personal driver to stride confidently into the cozy little café where Jameson was seated with Alexander.

Within a minute, his driver strode into the cafe, carrying a sleek briefcase. The driver handed the case over to Jameson before retreating discreetly.

Without wasting any time, Jameson popped open the briefcase and extracted a thick stack of important documents, which he then laid out meticulously on the table in front of Alexander.

The documents seemed to be of great importance, and Jameson's focused demeanor portrayed the gravity of the situation at hand.

Alexander began to casually flip through the documents and in the next moment, he froze!!!