His Lordship Alexander Kane

What did Herbert mean, how would he make up for it?

Arnault looked around at the Dorvall family bodyguards sprawled in disarray on the ground, and his eyes widened with disbelief. Was this bloodbath the work of this so-called ‘Alexander’? How ruthless!

“Alexander caused trouble in your hotel, and he injured Herbert. You can’t let this slide!” Zoe clung to Herbert's arm and pointed accusingly at Alexander. She decided to fuel the flame, her face filled with malice.

Zoe continued, “Arnault, make them leave! Make them compensate for this! This is your hotel, and you have the final say!”

Arnault hesitated. However, his expression quickly turned stern as he approached Alexander, questioning, “Are you Alexander Kane, the organizer of this birthday party today?”

The amused Alexander responded, “Yes, I’m Alexander. So what? Are you here to kick me out?”

“Of course!” Arnault placed his hands on his hips, sporting a wicked grin. “You intentionally harmed people in my hotel. Others might not be able to do anything, but | can!”

Amault continued, “I'll have you know that all the hotel security guards will come rushing in whenever | call. The waiters, duty managers.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

receptionists, janitors... There are more than seven hundred staff members here! Do you really think you can take down all of them? | don't

give a damn about someone like you!” Alexander found Arnault’s performance somewhat entertaining, and he almost let out a chuckle.

“He thinks this is funny?” Zoe watched Alexander’s expression and was infuriated. She gritted her teeth and commanded, “Get on with it.

Arault Call all the men in and kick these people all out!”

“Wait, don’t just make them leave; beat them all to the ground!” Herbert chimed in, his expression darkened. “Especially Alexander. Give him a good beating. Beat him to death for all | care!”

Then, he taunted Alexander, “Aren’t you an amazing fighter, Alexander? I'd like to see how you're going to fight against more than seven hundred people! Show us what you’re made of!”

Alexander remained unbothered, simply watching Arnault with an amused glint in his eyes. “Arnault, are you sure all the hotel staff here

listen to you?”

The question stunned Arnault, but he quickly threatened, “This is my hotel, so it’s only natural they'll listen to me! If you challenge me again, I'll have them attack immediately. Beating you to death will be a piece of cake!”

Alexander could not help but stifle a laugh as he clapped. The applause was barely noticeable in the vast hotel lobby. However...

Asteady rhythm of approaching footsteps echoed through the grand entrance. Soon, a burly bodyguard ascended the staircase from the lobby’s second floor with a smile.

At the sight of this figure, Arnault’s face turned ashen. Next to him, Zoe’s complexion instantly paled, and even Herbert was taken aback!

It was Bruno, the richest man in Ol' Mare, the head of the Severn family!

“You are quite the actor, Arnault!” Bruno approached Arnault with a seemingly cheerful expression, though his voice carried an ominous

undertone.

“Have you forgotten what happened the day before yesterday?” Bruno continued. “Are you certain you're the owner of the Grand Dynasty

Hotel?”

Amault gulped and tried to force a smile onto his face, though he looked like he was on the verge of tears.

In Ol Mare, irrespective of status, wealth, or connections, Arnault and Bruno were not in the same league. Furthermore, Bruno personally made an astronomical offer just three days ago, purchasing the entire hotel.

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In other words...

The owner of the hotel was not Arnault but Bruno instead.

“Mister Kane is my esteemed guest, yet you want to send him away?” Despite his age, Bruno radiated an aura of a bloodthirsty lion, and his gaze was sharp.

“Were you joking? Or is it that |, Bruno Severn, should heed your orders?” Amault was drenched in sweat, his plump frame trembling uncontrollably, not daring to make a sound.

How would he dare provoke Bruno? He could not, no matter what!