His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar
Chapter 233

Chapter 0233

The deaths of Drake and Ghost Sword did not cause any ripples in Woolpackton. He had washed his

hands off

the underworld business before his passing. The Rectewald Mall had also been handed over to a

professional

manager to oversee.

Tommy Lind was the boss of Woolpackton that everyone knew of.

Three days later, a middle-aged lawyer entered the safety and security department of New Chesire

Group with a transfer agreement.

“Mister Kane.” He noticed the tag on Alexander that stated ‘Head of Security’. The middle-aged lawyer

was a little suspicious, but he maintained his professionalism. He smiled and said, “This is the transfer

agreement

for Rectewald Mall. Please have a look.”

Alexander did not look at the agreement. He was silent for a few seconds.

The moment the lawyer arrived, he knew what happened to Drake. The Rectewald Mall transfer

agreement

was the assurance that he had left for his daughter, Acela.

To put it accurately, it was a thank-you gift for Alexander. He was using this to ensure that Acela’s life

was

protected.

“Mister Hardy had instructed that if he doesn’t contact me within three days, I should hand this over to

you,

Mister Kane.”

The middle-aged lawyer placed the agreement down and shook his head a little. “I don’t understand

why

Mister Hardy would do this, but from the moment I hand this over to you, you’re the new owner of

Rectewald

Mall. As the legal advisor, I’m willing to continue working for you, Mister Kane.”

“Your benefits remain the same.” Alexander kept the agreement and waved. “Report yourself to the HR

department. From today onward, you’ll be part of New Chesire Group legal department. You may go.”

The middle-aged lawyer looked delighted. He bowed at Alexander before quickly heading to the HR

department.

“Amber.” Three minutes later, Alexander entered the General Manager’s office. He placed the

agreement on her

desk and said gently, “Mister Hardy is dead.”

Behind her desk, Amber sprang up in reflex. She looked stunned. “Mister Hardy…” She flipped through

the

agreement, looking extremely conflicted.

For New Chesire Group, attaining the Rectewald Mall was no small gain, but why would Drake do that?

How

did he die?

“He is survived by his daughter, Acela.”

Alexander did not offer much explanation. He pointed at the phone on the desk. “Get the HR

department to deal with this. Give her a job. A mid-level position, even.

“We’ll keep Rectewald Mall for her. If one day, she’s willing to take over, we’ll draft another agreement

and

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Amber pondered for a while before nodding. She asked softly, “T-Then, what type of job should we give

her? Will she agree to it?”

Alexander hummed in thought.

Although Drake did not have a good relationship with his daughter, he was dead. Even if Acela did not

say it

out loud, she had long forgiven her father.

The earlier she got to work, the easier it would be to distract her. She would be able to come out of the

grief

quicker as well.

“Rectewald Mall is mainly an entertainment place. We’ll place Acela in the marketing department.”

Alexander turned and headed to the window. He said emotionlessly. “People in the marketing

department will always have to socialize and go on business trips. They’re usually more in touch with

the entertainment side. It’ll be easier for her to take over the Rectewald Mall from there in the future.”

“Alright, then.”

Late at night, in the suburbs of Ol’ Mare.

Acela was on a swing in the courtyard of a three-storey mansion. She had a photo in her hand. Tears

streamed down her face.

The photo was of her when she was young, and Drake was pushing her on the swing. They got a

house staff

member to take the photo for them.

The photo was still there, but her father had passed away. He even arranged everything for her in her

life.

For the past 20 years, he had always loved her.

“Mister Hardy… Dad!” At that moment, she hugged the photo and sobbed.

At the same time, a van was parked about 300 meters away from the mansion.

A cigarette butt flew out of the window.

“Gordon.” In the passenger seat, the young man who had just flicked the cigarette butt turned to look

back at Gordon and snickered. “We’ve looked into it. Acela Hardy is here. Drake had hidden her in

plain sight, so he

didn’t arrange a bodyguard for her.”

Gordon was smoking a cigar. He finished smoking the cigar before slowly getting out of the van. He

waved his

hand.

“Let’s go get her!”