His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

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.

alone was the invincible

name ‘Lord Kane’ was no longer just a verbal address; it became George’s lifelong pride. It

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

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

Lord Kane, proving their attitude through actions. It was a high-stakes gamble, and

hint of approval slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth. “You did well. Fearless in the face of death, knowingly venturing into the

a chance to let the heart of a powerhouse unleash its

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

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slightly as she slowly awoke from the

unconscious by the King of the North, she was supposed to sleep for at least three

However, she woke up prematurely, and as a

agony, she struggled to get out of bed. “Alex Alexander…” she called out with whatever strength she had

jolted, and his figure instantly blurred. In less than three seconds, he swiftly reached the room where

on her cheek, his eyes turned cold once again. “That

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

with no

distinct handprint on her face was enough evidence of the brutal

wife’s 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 it Tyrant of the

Amber, with

“No, it’s not.