His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0068 George paled. He was extremely worried.

Different thoughts quickly appeared in his mind.

A few days ago, Alexander did indeed hint at reshuffling the forces of O1' Mare, yet he actually doubted him...

George's legs turned to jelly thinking of that.

"Maxine said that you have real talent." Alexander waved his hand 4 said lightly, "I know Severn Group is a great family and a huge group. I know that you're also involved in some of the businesses you shouldn't be involved in. Clean up your family for the next few days. Be decisive. As for that coward? You can ignore him." "Understood, sir!" George 3 immediately bowed. He looked at Alexander's back and felt the load in his heart being lifted. He was so worried that his shirt was drenched in sweat! Although Alexander did not explicitly say it, George knew that his return to 0l' Mare was not only to reconcile with Amber. He surely had other intentions.

Besides, those people doing dodgy business in Severn Group would face the consequences of their actions.

Later that night, in a private cellar in Severn Group...

Under the dim light, George, with his back against his men, said in a low voice, "Listen up! Get rid of all the businesses. Give all the money from the sales to charity organizations, then build a few schools and nursing homes!" The men were stunned. One of them asked tentatively, "But sir, we've been working on this for so many years.

There isn't any news lately. We don't need to be that cautious, right?" George slammed the table and yelled, "Don't even deal with troublesome businesses like this in the future! I made a mistake back then, and you all made the same mistake as me. Just do as I say!" "Yes, sir!" the subordinate replied I fearfully.

The underground forces in O1' Mare were going through a shake-up once more.

At that moment, at the Imperial Bathhouse, Brett had a gorgeous model in his arms while his subordinate was reporting to him at the side.

"'Sir, George is selling the bulk of his underground businesses, even those that aren't really in gray areas such as nightclubs and entertainment centers.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

He only kept a few. It seems like he's really strapped for cash. He could only sell off his assets to get cash..." The smug Brett gently squeezed the model's thigh.

George Severn was nobody after all.

Even such a man had to kneel to his name.

"George Severn is afraid, I'm sure. He must be trying to get the money for Brett!" "Who wouldn't be afraid? Brett is I vicious! George might've been doing well for the past two years, but he offended Brett this time. The only outcome is death!" "'T mean, nine million dollars? This must've been a huge blow for George.

He could've offended anyone, but he chose to offend Brett!" The underground forces in Ol' Mare were in a heated discussion too. Many were waiting to see George humiliate himself. He was arrogant when he broke Nick's limbs, but the tables turned for him to finally humble himself.

Not only did he have to give Brett nine million dollars, but he also had to bow and beg for mercy. How humiliating! Many less powerful thugs who were once oppressed by George were ready to kick him down too.

Moreover, George's competitors — those who were almost as powerful as him— could barely sit still at that moment. Their chance had come. They were going to acquire all of George's assets in one fell swoop. so George could never have a standing ever again.

"Boss, George has been selling most of his businesses for the past few days.

I'm guessing he'll come and beg for your forgiveness today," said Brett's subordinate ingratiatingly. They had been waiting for this day for a very long time.  "Boss, you have to get rid of George Severn when comes. Avenge Nick!" Brett sneered. "Of course! I'm going to take his money and his life!" He had been living in Province Town for a few years. Naturally, he was not going to only do basic things like fighting and killing.

From the way he saw it, George Severn had lost. Nine million dollars was enough to incapacitate George. George would have to let go of his underground businesses, but by doing that, he would no longer have something substantial to support his stance. @ At that thought, Brett's eyes gleamed violently. He would severely punish

George for mauling his younger brother. He would make sure he wished I he was never born. \ Brett took a swig of wine fiercely.

To Brett's surprise, George did not come to look for him that day.

George did not come to him the following day either.

On the last day of the deadline, George still did not appear. Severn Group was still functioning as usual as if Brett did not exist.

The underground forces who were I eagerly anticipating a good show got anxious from waiting. They sent spies to gather news, but Brett and George did nothing at all.

Brett, still at the Imperial Bathhouse on the third day, glowered.

A model who could not read the room I walked over to him, wanting to sit on his lap. In his anger, however, Brett slapped her, sending her into a pool.

It had been three days. Not only did he not receive the money, but he had also been embarrassed, too. If this matter was not handled properly, his words would not hold any power in Ol' Mare anymore! "George Severn!" Brett viciously slapped the crystal coffee table, and it cracked under his brute force.

His muscles popped up as if trying to break out of his clothes. He looked murderous. 

"Sir! Someone is here to see you!" A subordinate ran in agitatedly.

Brett looked up. "Who is it?" Other than George, he was not in the mood to see anyone else. All he could think of was George kneeling in front of him like a dog, slapping himself and licking his shoes as an apology.

"t's someone you can't afford to offend! The same guy who crippled your brother, Nick Panther!" Alexander slowly entered.