His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Chapter 0398

At the stroke of midnight, in the Zabaleta Hotel’s most opulent presidential suite, the silence of the top floor was guarded by two figures known as Golden Wolf and Silver Fire.

They were not alone in their vigil. Owen had arranged a team of 10 bodyguards to ensure Alice’s safety, rotating shifts to provide her with round–the–clock protection.

The quiet of the corridor was suddenly pierced by the rhythmic sound of footsteps.

Someone was coming, their pace steady and deliberate as they neared the corner closest to the suite.

“Hm?”

The head of the bodyguards scowled, his eyes locked on the hallway’s bend. His voice was a low growl. “The penthouse is off–limits, booked by our boss. Anyone comes near, they’re dead meat!”

The sound of footsteps approached, steady and deliberate.

“Suicidal fool!”

The captain of the security detail frowned. He raised his hand and declared, “No matter who it is. no mercy! Take them out, toss their bodies into a bag, and sink them into the sea. Don’t disturb the young master’s enjoyment!”

The four bodyguards by his side shared a look, their faces hardening.

Their boss, Owen, might have a wife, but it was Alice he could not get enough of. Their nights were an endless party, and nobody was allowed to interrupt.

was a dead man walking.

action, drawing their

corner.

Just then.

“Back off!”

hand flicked, revealing a dark gold blade. He locked eyes with Silver Fire, voice laced with caution, “This one’s trouble… Might be

Alexander, alright.

casually strolled around the corner, observing the tense bodyguards and the

+15 BONOS

to die, move.”

corridor fell

were Owen’s shield, sworn to protect him. That was their

standing there without a weapon, without even a hint of aggression, had an aura like a god among mortals, pressing down on them with an overwhelming presence. Not even the mightiest from the northern tycoons had had such

Wolf’s voice was a mix of shock and rage as he clutched.

gold saber, not yielding an inch to Silver Fire. His face twisted with

and Iron Will? Their famed combo move

you?”

let him finish. Idle chatter

and a tone as indifferent as ice,

down, and you’re

“Three.”