His Lordship Alexander Kane

That night was a long one.

The business industry of Ol' Mare had gone through a dramatic change.

In less than a night, the financial and business industries quickly adjusted their strategies. They terminated collaboration with the old Chesire Group and started one with New Chesire Group.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Collaboration proposals were made one after the other in a short period, and this trend swept across the entire Ol' Mare.

Everything happened right under Neil's nose. He did not notice it at all.

At that moment, Neil was in his bedroom in the Chesire Mansion, enjoying a relaxing massage from a lady masseuse. He was in a great mood, under the assumption that everything went according to plan.

Just the day before, Jerome called him to tell him that the Hudson family had started taking down Amber. They even agreed to sponsor Chesire Group.

Everything was heading in the right direction!

"How could I not let that old man know that such a good thing has happened? Hehe!"

Although it was late at night, Neil was brimming with pride. Not wanting to keep his accomplishment to himself, he got the driver to take him to the hospital.

...

In the VIP ward, Donovan was completely paralyzed. He listened to Neil bragging about his so-called achievements smugly. Donovan did not seem happy at all.

What did it matter if Neil made the company grow?

He was once the head of the Chesire family. At that moment, he was just a paralyzed old man!

Seeing the cocky Neil going on and on about his greatness, Donovan doubted himself if the man before him was the eldest son that he loved the most.

If he had treated Patrick better back then, there would not have been so much trouble. Patrick might be a cripple, but he was always the one who treated him the best.

"I'm telling you good news. What's with the frown?" Neil looked at Donovan and sneered. "Oh, I almost forgot that you're paralyzed. All you can do is frown for life. When you used to be able to talk, you wouldn't pass on the title of head of the family to me. What about now? I dare you to hit me if you can! Haha!"

The shivering Donovan felt tears stinging his eyes. He was utterly disappointed in the monster that was Neil. He had been tricked by the facade he wore for years.

Donovan felt apologetic to Patrick and Amber.

Right at this moment, the phone in Neil's pocket rang.

Neil looked at the caller ID and quickly answered the call, smiling. "Hey, Mister Martin! Why are you up so late? Yes, I'm free! Let's..."

"Mister Chesire, our company has done a new risk assessment on the Chesire Group. We find that it'll be too risky to invest in you all," said Robert Martin, interrupting Neil shortly. "We've decided to divest."

Beep!

Robert hung up before Neil could react.

Neil's expression stiffened as he held his phone in a daze.

To his dismay, more calls came in. Project after project ended.

Calls from a dozen huge corporations came nonstop in less than three minutes. All of them wanted to pull out from Chesire Group. The Ol' Mare Bank did not even call. They merely sent Neil a message.

After a risk assessment, Chesire Group was asked to repay all their loans. Otherwise, they would have to bear the consequences.

"No... T—This can't be happening!"

Neil was sitting by the side of the bed. Feeling his energy depleted and his thoughts running rampant, he slumped to the floor and trembled furiously. "Why?! How did this happen?!"

Everything happened too quickly.

Did the Hudson family not put sanctions on New Chesire Group? That was what Jerome told him!

Only a day had passed...or was it half a day?

New Chesire Group, which had sanctions put on by the Hudson family, was still doing fine, yet Chesire Group, which had the Hudsons' support, suddenly crumbled.

What the hell was going on?

Neil wrapped one hand around his head, while he thumped the ground with the other. His hand bled, but he did not feel any pain at all.

At that moment, Donovan moaned, wanting some water. His lips were chapped.

"Shut up!" The furious Neil went up to the bed and slapped Donovan's face. "Were you laughing at me, you old fart? I'll kill you!"