His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0397

“You got them?”

At the front row of the concert venue, Amber’s face brightened as Alexander came back. “No more

troublemakers, right? And…where did you take them?”

The dead need not be kept. They were to be discarded, forgotten.

“No need to worry about that.”

Alexander kept it brief, tenderly taking his wife’s hand with a reassuring smile. “As long as I’m here, no small–time troublemaker can make a splash. The concert’s about to begin. Let’s enjoy

the show.”

He then turned his attention to the main stage, silently waiting for Wanda’s entrance.

“It’s time!”

Three kilometers from the pulsing heart of the concert, on the top floor of a towering office

building. Alice peered through her binoculars, her gaze fixed on the distant stage.

Her pretty face, once warm with excitement, then turned icy with frustration. “Why haven’t the

Envoys made their move? Where’s the fire? Why haven’t they lit it up yet?”

Next to her, Owen lowered his binoculars and faced the two Envoys standing behind him. His

ideas on what’s

elite group, the four Envoys, each a master of their craft.

stage, but her companions had yet to ignite the flames. That meant only one

Golden Wolf,

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Alice, his voice a whisper of unease. “I’m not sure what

they didn’t come

Dead?

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Owen’s expression darkened for a moment before he let out a slow. breath, his tone icy. “It’s safe to assume Alexander Intervened… No, it wasn’t just him. There had to be others. Those Envoys wouldn’t fall

concert. She turned back, teeth gritted. “Owen Alexander has to

interrupted, his calmness belying the

and glanced at the Saunders family

now; we can’t just jump the gun. Let’s head back, and get some rest tonight. We’ll call in the family tomorrow. We’ll round up all the Envoys and

once and for all!”

bit her lip, her gaze flickering back to the concert venue, her face twisted with venomous

resentment.

savor their last night alive. They would be dead

morning light.

concert went off without a hitch, wrapping up smoothly with no surprises.

I can’t thank you enough for what you

11 p.m., at the post–concert celebration, Wanda toasted Alexander and Amber, her eyes sparkling with gratitude and a touch of fear. “If it weren’t for Mister Kane stepping

Amber finished off their wine with a smile and a shake of

part of the New Chesire Group, and Wanda was not just one of their artists–she was the

have been a major blow to

could be left to chance.