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Chapter 0233
The deaths of Drake and Ghost Sword did not cause any ripples in Woolpackton. He had washed his
hands off
the underworld business before his passing. The Rectewald Mall had also been handed over to a
professional
manager to oversee.
Tommy Lind was the boss of Woolpackton that everyone knew of.
Three days later, a middle-aged lawyer entered the safety and security department of New Chesire
Group with a transfer agreement.
“Mister Kane.” He noticed the tag on Alexander that stated ‘Head of Security’. The middle-aged lawyer
was a little suspicious, but he maintained his professionalism. He smiled and said, “This is the transfer
agreement
for Rectewald Mall. Please have a look.”
Alexander did not look at the agreement. He was silent for a few seconds.
The moment the lawyer arrived, he knew what happened to Drake. The Rectewald Mall transfer
agreement
was the assurance that he had left for his daughter, Acela.
To put it accurately, it was a thank-you gift for Alexander. He was using this to ensure that Acela’s life
was
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protected.
“Mister Hardy had instructed that if he doesn’t contact me within three days, I should hand this over to
you,
Mister Kane.”
The middle-aged lawyer placed the agreement down and shook his head a little. “I don’t understand
why
Mister Hardy would do this, but from the moment I hand this over to you, you’re the new owner of
Rectewald
Mall. As the legal advisor, I’m willing to continue working for you, Mister Kane.”
“Your benefits remain the same.” Alexander kept the agreement and waved. “Report yourself to the HR
department. From today onward, you’ll be part of New Chesire Group legal department. You may go.”
The middle-aged lawyer looked delighted. He bowed at Alexander before quickly heading to the HR
department.
“Amber.” Three minutes later, Alexander entered the General Manager’s office. He placed the
agreement on her
desk and said gently, “Mister Hardy is dead.”
Behind her desk, Amber sprang up in reflex. She looked stunned. “Mister Hardy…” She flipped through
the
agreement, looking extremely conflicted.
For New Chesire Group, attaining the Rectewald Mall was no small gain, but why would Drake do that?
How
did he die?
“He is survived by his daughter, Acela.”
Alexander did not offer much explanation. He pointed at the phone on the desk. “Get the HR
department to deal with this. Give her a job. A mid-level position, even.
“We’ll keep Rectewald Mall for her. If one day, she’s willing to take over, we’ll draft another agreement
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Amber pondered for a while before nodding. She asked softly, “T-Then, what type of job should we give
her? Will she agree to it?”
Alexander hummed in thought.
Although Drake did not have a good relationship with his daughter, he was dead. Even if Acela did not
say it
out loud, she had long forgiven her father.
The earlier she got to work, the easier it would be to distract her. She would be able to come out of the
grief
quicker as well.
“Rectewald Mall is mainly an entertainment place. We’ll place Acela in the marketing department.”
Alexander turned and headed to the window. He said emotionlessly. “People in the marketing
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the entertainment side. It’ll be easier for her to take over the Rectewald Mall from there in the future.”
“Alright, then.”
Late at night, in the suburbs of Ol’ Mare.
Acela was on a swing in the courtyard of a three-storey mansion. She had a photo in her hand. Tears
streamed down her face.
The photo was of her when she was young, and Drake was pushing her on the swing. They got a
house staff
member to take the photo for them.
The photo was still there, but her father had passed away. He even arranged everything for her in her
life.
For the past 20 years, he had always loved her.
“Mister Hardy… Dad!” At that moment, she hugged the photo and sobbed.
At the same time, a van was parked about 300 meters away from the mansion.
A cigarette butt flew out of the window.
“Gordon.” In the passenger seat, the young man who had just flicked the cigarette butt turned to look
back at Gordon and snickered. “We’ve looked into it. Acela Hardy is here. Drake had hidden her in
plain sight, so he
didn’t arrange a bodyguard for her.”
Gordon was smoking a cigar. He finished smoking the cigar before slowly getting out of the van. He
waved his
hand.
“Let’s go get her!”
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