His Lordship Alexander Kane

I Chapter 0554 I ~ Raidon had become a laughingstock- The security guards in the hallway paused I for amoment, their faces filled with I shock and poorly concealed amusement.

I At Alexander's command, they stood up and dashed toward the janitorial staff.

"Garbage?" Raidon lay crumpled on the floor, his face drained of color, his chest heaving with each ragged breath, and his eyes screamed unspeakable shame.

How disgraceful! He was the Foster family's pride, the heir apparent—pampered and revered from birth. Even the patriarchs of the most influential northern families would bow and respectfully address him as Mister Foster. Who could have the audacity to call him garbage?

However...

"They're here! They're here!" On the brink of losing his mind, Raidon watched as a horde of over 30 janitors scrambled toward him. They grabbed him I by the arms and legs, hauling him and his i € 24 bodyguards away like sacks of trash.

"Alexander! Alexander!" Raidon's screams echoed down the corridor, his rage uncontrollable, his once formidable presence reduced to nothing. His strength had vanished, and he was helpless against the janitors who threw him away like yesterday's garbage in the dumpster at Xanthos Industrial Park.

Then, things went quiet.

"Miss Xanthos." The janitors had cleaned up the remaining mess in the CEO's office.

Alexander's gaze met Callie's surprisedExclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

I expression, his voice calm and even.

"It was all for show, nothing to worry about. The paperwork for the shares-is complete; you should return to the Xanthos family.

I "Come on, I'll walk you out." The words hung in the air as Callie walked down the hallway, with the company's security and cleaning staff looking on in awe.

She kept up with Alexander, her eyes fixed on the man's strong back. Her lips got caught between her teeth, and the pressure increased with each step.

Alex... The unfinished question echoed in her mind. Did he not want to hear it? She wanted to scream that her love would endure even if she did not have a place in his heart. Her love would not waver. Not for him, not for anyone else. Never.

I Meanwhile, up north at the Foster estate, Raidon cursed under his breath in his opulent bathroom. Submerged in the tub, he scrubbed his skin raw, hoping to wash away his shame. He would have been left I helpless in a heap of trash, and the prospect of confessing to his father, Geoff Foster—a man who valued honor above all else—frightened him. Geoff would rather break his son's legs than tolerate a stain on the family name.

""Raidon," a stern and foreboding voice echoed from outside the bedroom. It was Geoff. "The servants tell me you have been holed up in there for hours since you returned home. And your bodyguards are all hiding out, stinking up the place. What happened?!" Raidon froze, his face pale. That was it.

He was done for.

Raidon's mind was racing, and he could no longer contain it. With a choked voice, he said, "Dad, I'm so sorry; I let you

down! I went to the Callie Group to get our money back from Alexander, but things didn't go as expected." He told the entire story before breaking down, tears streaming down his face.

"Alexander called me garbage and threw me in a trashcan. I'm going to make him pay, and I swear I'll take his life!" "You've disgraced the Foster name, you little monster!" Geoff stood stone-faced outside the bathroom, silent for what seemed like an eternity until his icy voice cut through the air. ""Ywain is gone, and Alexander has taken over the north—it's over.

"The Black Maple Organization has been keeping a close eye on us; everyone is nervous, and a storm is brewing in the north. The Fosters can't be the first to poke our heads out. We will sit back, observe the chaos, and be ready to swoop in for the win.

"You're my only son, and that is the only reason I am teaching you this. If it were not for that, especially with the shame you have brought upon our family, I would've thrown you out of here!" Raidon shook like a leaf inside the bathroom, sobbing repeatedly. "Thanks for not giving up on me, Dad. But what do we do now? I can't let this go." "You'll have to let it go, whether you like it or not!" Geoff squinted into the distance, toward the Xanthos estate, and muttered under his breath.

"The Black Maple Organization has been lurking in the north for years, inextricably linked to the Zadra family.

Now that Alexander has risen, it's time for the Zadras to make their move."