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

it became George’s lifelong pride. It was

pain and the severity of

to rescue Miss Chesire at the Ol’ Mare Grand Hotel

their loyalty to Lord Kane, proving their attitude through actions. It was

Luca, and all of you.” Alexander turned, his gaze sweeping over each face, and a hint of approval slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth. “You

a reward, I will give you a chance to let the heart

walked confidently toward the presidential suite ahead, calling out, “Amber, I’m

+15 BONOS

moment Alexander’s voice echoed, Amber’s delicate body trembled slightly as she slowly awoke from the soft, luxurious

the North, she was supposed

she woke up prematurely, and

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

door, Alexander’s heart jolted, and his figure instantly blurred. In less than three seconds, he swiftly reached the room where

his gaze to the handprint on her cheek, his eyes

clothes were disheveled, her breath weak. Due to the physical contact, he

normal, with

handprint on her face was enough evidence of

waist, gently caressing the handprint on her cheek, his voice carrying a palpable sense of menace. “The imprint is solid, so the force must have been heavy. It’s not Bella…is

Amber, with

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

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