His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0649 At 6 p.m. that evening, they were at the Grand Coconut Breeze Hotel.

The place was the go-to spot set up by Spring Sunshine Travel Agency, where most tourists from abroad found themselves bedding down. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

With Coconut Wind Island's development being a mere two months young, the hotel was a rush job, barely scraping a three-star rating.

"Time for some well-deserved rest and recreation!" Up in the penthouse suite, courtesy of Wasyl's arrangements, Coral flopped onto the plush king-sized bed, rolling around with glee before dashing to the panoramic window to take in the view, a blissful grin on her face. "Had I known Wasyl was in our corner, I wouldn't have shelled out a dime! "I dropped a hefty three thousand dollars on this group tour. You owe me a refund, cuz!" Amber and Alexander lounged on the plush living room sofa, exchanging amused glances as they watched Coral's playful silhouette dance across the room.

Their little cousin was a gem, though her approach to handling tasks was a bit hit-or-miss. With the resources of the New Chesire Group at their disposal, they could have reached out to any travel agency, yet they ended up with Wasyl of all people. However, as luck would have it, Wasyl's proactive updates gave them an unexpectedly clear picture

of the goings-on at Coconut Wind Island.

Ding-dong! The chime echoed through the suite as the sturdy wooden door was rung. A cheerful female voice floated in. "Mister Kane, Miss Chesire, Miss Braine, good day to you all! Mister Ramsey's lavish meal for you has arrived. Please, open the door to accept it." A feast? Wasyl sure knew how to make a good impression.

"On my way!" Coral, her face alight with excitement, skipped toward the door, eager to greet the delivery.

However...

"Hold on." Alexander swiftly left an ephemeral shadow on the sofa, materializing beside Coral soundlessly. He gently ushered her back and took hold of the doorknob, murmuring, "Let me get that." With a gentle twist of his hand, the lock clicked open.

The door swung ajar to reveal a young, attractive waitress standing there with a respectful demeanor, pushing a gleaming dining cart.

There was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Looks like we're in for a treat." Alexander flashed a grin as he effortlessly lifted the cover off the dish, unveiling a gleaming silver platter crowned with a perfectly roasted chicken. He locked eyes with the waitress and said with a sly smile, "A good meal delights the senses with its color, scent, flavor, and

presentation. This chicken looks and smells divine, and its i presentation is impeccable. However, how does it taste? "Why don't you give it a try?" The waitress's face flickered with unease, but she quickly masked it with an apologetic look. "I'm terribly sorry, but our hotel has strict policies against staff sampling the guests' meals. I hope you understand, Mister Kane." With that, she made to wheel the cart inside.

"Is it that you're not allowed, or is it that you're afraid?" Alexander blocked the doorway, his smile teasing as he studied the waitress.

"Something tells me these dishes have been tampered with. What did you use— poison, or a sedative? "You've got a decent poker face, I'll give you that. However, you can't hide your vital energy. Your steps are too quiet, not the mark of an ordinary waitress. Am I onto something?" He could not be wrong. Even with carpeted hallways, an average person's steps would still make a thud. Yet that waitress, pushing her cart, moved with a silence that betrayed her—she was brimming with chi, and her agility was no joke.

Such a martial arts titan could not just be a regular hotel waitress.

"Mister Kane." A shiver ran down the waitress' spine, though she kept up her facade,

forcing a smile. "Mister Kane, I'm not sure what you mean. I've delivered your dinner, and it's time for me to clock out." With those words, she released the cart and spun around to leave.

"Give Cloud Tiger my regards." Alexander's gaze followed the retreating figure of the waitress as he murmured, "If you're bold enough to want payback, then have the guts to face me. Stop with the sneaky games.

"You were just following orders, and this isn't a capital offense.

Consider this a warning shot. Shape up from here on out." With those words, he gave a slight squeeze of his hand.

Pop! From about four or five meters away, the waitress suddenly froze in her tracks. It was as if inner power within her body was swiftly expelled, coursing along her meridians and pouring out through every pore, dissipating completely in an instant.

"You... You drained my vital energy?!" she gasped, staggering and whirling to face Alexander with a look of sheer terror. "You... You're an Apex of Grandmaster... No, wait! Only a supreme grand martial could take me down so easily. You must be one of the supreme grand martial!" Supreme grand martial? Alexander chuckled.

"It doesn't matter what I am. What does matter is that you deliver a v message to Cloud Tiger for me." His smile faded to a stern gaze as he addressed the waitress, his tone distant and detached. "He has three days to publicly apologize and make things right with the tourists and the travel agency. It's his only shot. Now, leave your phone and scram!" g The waitress, her face ashen, did not dare to resist. She backed away, her hands shaking as she dropped her phone to the floor and bolted for the stairs, her heart pounding like it was about to burst.

'We have to alert the boss right away. This Kane guy is off the charts— hit the supreme grand martial tier. We can't take him lightly!" A thought crossed her mind.

"Alexander?" It was not until the waitress vanished down the hallway that Coral dared to peek from behind Alexander. She eyed the cart before her, her face draining of color. "Someone poisoned this food? Was it Cloud Tiger's doing? I can't see anything wrong with it!" In today's world, there were just too many invisible, tasteless chemical poisons that regular folks could not pick up on.

"Cloud Tiger's got a serious grip on Coconut Wind Island, huh? His reach even extends to this hotel. If Wasyl..."

Alexander squinted, his gaze dropping to the roast chicken on the plate. He stepped forward, stomped the waitress’ cellphone into pieces, and whipped out his own to speed-dial Wasyl.

"Get up here. Dinner's on." ~ "Right away!"