His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar
Chapter 404

Chapter 0404

The moment George’s words hung in the air, Kase’s face twisted with rage.

He was seething, a mix of anger and humiliation.

How could that nobody, George, dare to snub the Redwine family, to outright reject young master

Redwine’s offer, and to spout such bold words?

He was practically signing his own death warrant!

“George!”

Kase jabbed a finger towards George’s nose, his eyes burning holes into Alexander, his face contorted

with fury. “I won’t forget what you’ve said! We’ll see if you’re still so smug after I report to the young

master!”

With that, he spat on the floor in disgust and stormed off.

However, he did not get far.

“George.”

Alexander’s voice was calm as he watched Kase’s back retreat. “Give him something to remember us

by. Let Dallas know that Ol‘ Mare is off–limits.”

George did not hesitate. He bolted after Kase, reached out, and yanked him back by the collar.

“You dare?!”

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Kase was caught by surprise, his feet dangling as George hoisted him up. He thrashed and bellowed,

“George, what the hell are you doing? You-!”

However, he was cut off mid–scream.

George was a man who followed orders without question. He did not give Kase a chance to plead or

protest. His fists and feet flew in a blur.

Thud, thud, thud!

In no time at all, Kase was a crumpled heap on the floor, twitching violently, unable to even get up.

“Serve the Redwine family? As if!”

With a swift kick, George sent Kase skidding down the hallway. “Consider this a warning,” he sneered.

“Take your sorry self back to Dallas with that message.”

“Get him out of here!” the command echoed through the hall.

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Six hours later, in the northern reaches, at the Redwine family’s grand estate.

“Master Dallas!”

In the lush garden behind the manor, Kase was stretched out on a gurney, his body swathed in

bandages, presented to Dallas by four of the Redwine’s own guards. His body was a mess of severed

muscles and veins, a shadow of his former self.

The damage was catastrophic.

His body was a jigsaw of broken bones

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his limbs fractured beyond repair, leaving him with a

future confined to a wheelchair–if he was lucky enough to survive at all.

That was Alexander’s brutal handiwork.

The only thing left unbroken were his lips.

“Master Dallas, you have to avenge me!” Kase’s voice was a raw, torn thing as he recounted the tale

with dramatic flair, ending in a wail. “They said anyone who crosses Ol‘ Mare is as good as

dead. No mercy!”

‘No mercy,‘ indeed. What a chilling promise.

Dallas’s laugh was harsh and bitter. “George thinks he can get away with attacking my right–hand

man? Spewing threats like ‘kill one if one comes, kill a pair if two dare‘? How many heads does he

think he has to risk?”

Kase’s sobs grew louder on the ground.

“Master, we can’t let this slide. My injuries are nothing compared to the stain on the Redwine name.

George has shown he doesn’t respect you. We can’t just let this go!”

Dallas’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flickering within.

He had hoped George would come around, avoiding unnecessary conflict. However, that hope

was dashed. It was time for a more direct approach.

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Dallas had a simple philosophy: if he was going to make a move, he made it count.

It was not enough to just take out George. The real play was to go straight for the jugular- eliminate

Alexander and seize control of Ol‘ Mare, and while he was at it, bring Zabaleta to heel.

Dallas

“Get the heads of the Fabio and Jentsch families on the line. Tell them it’s urgent,” D

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