Alexander Kane Is Not a Poor Bastard!

Chapter Ten Alexander Met Attorney Alfred

Alexander said nothing.

If Jeruel had any sense left, she'd be on her knees, begging for forgiveness. The Alexander she once knew—the one who tolerated her sharp words and humiliations—was gone. The man before her now had been tempered by fire, hardship, and a will as unyielding as steel. He didn’t need to justify himself to her or anyone else.

He took a step further, his footsteps echoing sharply against the polished floors.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jeruel’s voice, dripping with bitterness, sliced through the air. "You fool!"

Alexander didn’t flinch. He didn’t need to.

Jeruel’s face twisted with contempt. "Do you think a place like this serves penniless men like you? The consultation f*e alone is $1,500. Do yourself a favor—stop fooling yourself and find a lawyer within your lowly means. Not that it’ll help—you can’t win this case."

Alexander paused, his back still turned. Her words bounced off him like rain against armor. He turned slowly, locking eyes with her.

“Jeruel,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Your insults don’t matter to me. Save them for someone who still cares.”

She gaped at him, stunned by the calm in his voice. "How dare you—"

Before she could finish, Alexander brushed past her, not even sparing her another glance. His pace was measured, deliberate, as he walked toward the right into the firm.

Behind him, Jeruel stood frozen, her mouth hanging open. Then, in frustration, she turned to Jack, her voice rising. "How did I ever end up with him?" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up. "He's poor, and he'll die poor!"

Jack stepped forward, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. His voice was smooth, calculated. "Forget him, sweetheart. You've moved on. Soon we’ll have full custody of our child. He’s nothing."

Jeruel smirked, leaning into Jack, her voice dripping with disdain. "You’re right. I just hope he realizes how pathetic he looks before it’s too late."

They turned and walked out of the law firm, their laughter echoing down the corridor, each chuckling a jab at Alexander’s back.

At the reception desk, Alexander approached the secretary, his steps steady, his expression unwavering.

“Excuse me,” he said, his tone polite but firm. “I’d like to book an appointment with Attorney Alfred. Is he available?”

The secretary glanced up from her screen, her gaze sharp. "Did you call ahead, sir? Is this a scheduled appointment?"

"No," Alexander replied, a slight edge to his voice. "I’m a first-time client, but I’ve heard of Attorney Alfred’s reputation. I believe he’s the right man for my case."

The woman studied him for a moment, her professional mask slipping just enough to reveal curiosity. “Mr. Alfred is very busy,” she said, her tone cautious. “But let me see if he has a moment to spare. Please, take a seat.”

Alexander lowered himself into one of the plush chairs in the waiting area. The comfort was a stark contrast to the tension building inside him. He crossed his arms, his thoughts drifting, but never straying far from Zoe.

Her laughter, her curious eyes, the way she clung to him whenever he picked her up from school—it all flashed before him, each memory a precious moment he was determined to protect.

She’s not my biological daughter. The thought clawed at him, but he pushed it aside. Would she still see him as her father when she grew up? Would she search for her real one?

A wave of doubt threatened to overtake him, but he clung to a memory of Zoe, sitting at their small dining table, giggling as she painted a picture of their family—her in the middle, him beside her.

“You’re the best daddy in the whole world,” she had declared, her eyes shining with trust.

That memory was his anchor. It reminded him why he had to keep fighting, no matter what.

“Mr. Alexander?” the secretary’s voice cut through his thoughts.

He stood quickly. “Yes?”

“Attorney Alfred will see you now. Please follow me.”

The office was a monument to success. Shelves lined with thick legal books, certificates hung in polished frames, each one a testament to the man’s expertise. Alfred stood as Alexander entered, offering a handshake that was both warm and professional.

“Mr. Alexander, please take a seat.”

Alexander sat, his posture straight, his gaze unwavering. “Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Attorney Alfred. I need your help to secure custody of my daughter.”

He didn’t waste time, laying out his story with practiced precision, recounting the sacrifices, the sleepless nights, the constant worry for Zoe’s future. Alfred listened intently, his professional mask not betraying a hint of judgment.

When Alexander finished, Alfred leaned back, his fingers steepled. "Mr. Kane, our legal system is clear. A man who has raised a child as his own is presumed to be the legal father, even if there is no biological connection. You have a strong case."

Alexander’s heart, weighed down by doubt moments ago, surged with renewed determination.

“Rest assured, Mr. Kane,” Alfred continued, his voice firm. “I’ve handled countless cases like yours, and I’ve never lost. You’ve chosen the right man for the job.”

Alexander nodded, his mind set. “Thank you, Attorney Alfred. Let’s proceed.”

The retainer was signed and paid. As Alexander walked out of the office, a weight lifted from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of purpose.

This fight wasn’t just for custody—it was for Zoe’s future, for her happiness, and for her right to grow up in a home where she was cherished.

Outside, Alexander’s thoughts raced. He needed to make sure Zoe had the life she deserved—a safe, secure home, filled with love.

He flagged down a taxi. "Take me to Luxurious Autos."

At the auto dealership, Alexander strode through the door, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. The sales representative hurried over, respect evident in his every movement.

“Good day, sir. Please, follow me. I’ll show you our finest options.”

As they walked through the showroom, Alexander’s mind was already focused on Zoe. Every decision he made now was for her. The sacrifices, the struggles—it was all worth it for her future.

A red SUV caught his eye. Spacious, safe, and perfect for long trips. He ran his hand over the hood, nodding.

“This one,” he said, his voice decisive.

The salesperson smiled, nodding quickly. “Excellent choice, sir. Would you like to test drive?”

Before Alexander could respond, he added, “I’ll take two more,” his voice cutting through the air like a command.

The salesperson blinked, stunned. “Two more, sir?”

Alexander nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Yes. One for business, and one for… other things.”

The salesperson, recovering quickly, bowed his head respectfully. “Of course, sir. Right away.”

As he walked off to prepare the cars, Alexander’s gaze remained fixed on the showroom floor, his thoughts momentarily lost in the thrill of the decision. He wasn’t just buying cars. He was buying a future—a future for Zoe, one where she would never have to worry about anything.

The salesperson, still in awe of the man’s apparent wealth, watched him with growing curiosity. "Who is this man, exactly?" he thought. "And what does he do for a living to have this kind of money?"