His Lordship Alexander Kane

La Perle was one of the most expensive restaurants in Or Mare with Michelin—-listed chefs and impeccable service. One had to reserve in

advance to be able to enter the restaurant. Before arriving. Alexander had called to reserve a table. Alexander, with Amber next to him, walked ahead while Susanne and Patrick followed suit.

It was the first time there for Susanna and Patrick. Naturally, they looked quite nervous. “Amber, this place looks quite expensive, don’t you think?”

Amber sighed. She knew the price at La Perle. A dish cost a few hundred dollars. She once had a friend who celebrated their birthday

there, and the prices left her reeling in shock.

“Alexander insists on coming. | can’t tell him otherwise.” Amber paused for a while before continuing. “It’s fine, Mom. Just enjoy the meal.

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Susanne’s mouth opened. She mused to herself, ‘My good daughter... You, want to give him money? He has millions in his account!”

The moment they entered, a beautiful waitress walked over to them. “I’m very sorry. The restaurant is full. I’m afraid you can’t dine tonight.”

“What?” Alexander furrowed his brows. He showed the waitress his phone and said calmly. “We have a reservation. It’s on my phone. I’m

sure you can check in your system, too.”

Alexander was out with his family. He wanted to keep it a low profile, which was why he was annoyed that he had to explain himself.

“Perhaps our system is experiencing some difficulties, but | can’t log in. There aren’t any free tables in the restaurant. Please leave.”

The waitress was clearly not helping them!

She scrutinized Alexander and noted he looked like a pauper. Who did he think he was? Did he think he could dine at La Perle? Amber furrowed her brows, annoyed at the waitress‘ behavior. His expression darkened in displeasure.

“Alex, it’s really troublesome dining out. Let’s go home! I'll cook us something!” Susanne tugged at Alexander’s arm.

“No need, Mom. We'll be eating here today!”

Alexander glared at the waitress and said frostily, “Give me your boss‘ phone number.” He was the Lord of War, yet he could not even have a meal in Ol‘ Mare? He already made a reservation, but he was denied entry? What a joke!

“Heh! Our boss is Mister George Severn!” The waitress snickered smugly. She deliberately mentioned George Severn’s name to intimidate

these penniless paupers.

Any person who was as shameless as him was clearly a poor person. Luckily, they did not leave them any tables, since they might not

even be able to pay for their meal. Alexander did not bother looking at the waitress at all. He took his phone and dialed George.

At that moment, George was upstairs in the top—floor suite with a D-list actress in his arms. As his phone rang, he glanced at it in irritation. When he saw who it was, he was stunned. He immediately shoved the woman in his arms aside and picked up the call.

“George,” Alexander said, sounding like he was growling, “I'll give you ten minutes. You better get yourself to La Perle. Now!”

Something must have happened. George’s face lost all its colors. He put on his coat and ran without even putting on his shoes.

The Lord of War was having a meal at La Perle? Which idiot dared to offend such an influential figure? If His Lordship got angry, the entire staff of the restaurant would be fired!

Over at Alexander’s end, the waitress looked at Alexander dumbfounded. George? This loser sure could put on an act. Who in the entire city of Ol‘ Mare would dare to call Mister Severn by his first name?

“Look at you. Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you call Mister Severn by his first name! Are you trying to get yourself killed?”