His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 271

Chapter 0271

Bella was dead.

Her head exploded into a mist of blood. Her headless body swayed for a moment before collapsing to the

ground with a loud thud.

The young lady of the Jackman family, the venomous beauty, ruthless in heart and cunning in hand… None of these words bestowed upon her any halo. She seemed like just an ordinary person, convulsing violently on the ground. It lasted less than ten seconds, and then complete silence.

Alexander showed no mercy, indeed.

“L-Lord Kane.”

Even though George had known Alexander’s true identity for a long time, he could not help but shiver in awe. Despite constantly addressing him as ‘Lord Kane’, ever since Alexander retired from the military, George could not shake off a hint of peculiar thoughts.

The so-called strongest Lord of War seemed nothing more than a slightly more formidable ordinary person after retirement…

However, those thoughts were long gone.

What was the Lord of the Temple of War? What was the strongest Lord of War?

He could kill his enemies as though it was a walk in the park; he could take lives with a single strike; and he

could determine life and death just by uttering a word.

was the

a verbal address; it became George’s lifelong pride. It was the supreme glory reserved just for

gradually climbed to their feet. Despite the pain and the severity of their injuries, they all stood

to rescue Miss Chesire at the Ol’ Mare Grand Hotel turned

Kane, proving their attitude

of approval slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth. “You

give you a chance to let the heart

walked confidently toward the presidential suite ahead,

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Amber’s delicate body trembled slightly as she slowly awoke from the soft, luxurious bed. A splitting

the North, she

woke up prematurely, and as a result,

get out of bed. “Alex Alexander…” she called out with

than three seconds, he swiftly reached the room where Amber was, tightly embracing

his gaze to the handprint on her cheek, his eyes turned cold

weak. Due to the physical

with no substantial harm

handprint on her face was enough evidence of the brutal beating she endured to

caressing the handprint on her cheek, his voice carrying a palpable sense

Amber, with

with a trembling voice, “No, it’s not. It’s an old man called… the King of the

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