Alexander spun around to see the guy in charge, decked out in a security uniform and looking pretty intense. When the guy spotted Alexander, he frowned, gave him a once-over, and asked, “Alexander?”

Nolan, with a frosty look, snapped, “Is Mr. Tudor’s name something you can just throw around?” The guy chuckled.

“Cancel this cargo ship,” Alexander said, pointing at Kyle’s vessel.

The guy in charge looked stunned for a second. “Mr. Tudor, this ship belongs to Mr. Brooks.”

“I know. Cancel it,” Alexander replied, stone-faced and firm.

Alexander had made it clear: no goods from Louis were getting into the country, no exceptions! Since Kyle was defying Alexander, Alexander had the power to shut him down. This place was under Alexander’s control.

The guy in charge was quiet for a few seconds, like he had something to say. Alexander asked, “What, do my orders need Mr. Brooks’ approval? Do you need to run it by him first?”

The guy hesitated but kept his mouth shut. He chuckled, quickly turned around, and went to find someone to deal with the cargo.

Alexander frowned, getting more annoyed as he looked at the shipment. “Nolan, keep an eye on Kyle’s stuff for me,” Alexander said, turning around just as a black Mercedes came speeding toward him. The car was flying so fast that the ones behind it couldn’t keep up. Alexander watched as it got closer, kicking up a cloud of dust.

“Mr. Tudor, watch out!” Nolan stepped forward.

The guy in charge also yelled, “Mr. Tudor! Be careful, these street racers are nuts. The more you stand still, the more they get a kick out of it!”

Finally, someone who wasn’t afraid of death—how could they not be thrilled? Alexander pursed his lips and didn’t budge. The car honked a few times. It got closer and closer.

Alexander raised an eyebrow as the roaring engine finally stopped near him. The car was just a few feet away. If he moved even a bit, it would hit his knees.

Alexander looked up at the driver, raised his hand, and gave a little wave. “Come on. Hit me,” he seemed to say.

The driver was silent for a moment, and the engine rumbled. A few people exchanged glances. Alexander was watching to see if they had the guts. Would they really dare to hit him? No way! Soon, Kyle got out of the car from the back.

Alexander saw Kyle, and Kyle looked back at him coldly.

“Do we really have to make this so ugly? Can’t we find a way out?” Kyle said, his face icy. Even though he was in the car, he didn’t have the guts to order the driver to drive straight at Alexander.

That was Alexander. He could kneel before Elizabeth, but don’t expect him to kneel before anyone else again.

“Send your goods back, and I’ll give you a way out,” Alexander said calmly, his handsome face stern and cold. This was his biggest concession. But for Kyle, it was hard to agree to this.