Lord Protector Novel

Xander’s father’s death anniversary celebration carried on as planned.

It was a lively scene full of guests.

Many prominent figures of Atheville were here.

No one wanted to pass up on this golden opportunity to connect with the Moore family.

Xander’s mother was the first of the clan to emerge.

The heavy makeup she had used did nothing to conceal her swollen face.

Despite the seriousness of the event, the sounds of jeering and snickering could be heard coming from the crowd.

This made Mrs. Xander fume in anger. It was clear they were laughing at her.

At this very moment, her hatred toward Zeke and the Walters family ran even deeper. I’m going to kill them all!

Xander made his appearance soon after.

Behind him was a team of pallbearers, which sent everyone into puzzlement.

His father’s already been dead for a few years. Why are they carrying another coffin?

Is he getting his father’s coffin replaced?

Xander quickly explained to the crowd, “My father’s been appearing in my dreams, telling me that he feels lonely in the netherworld. Therefore, I’ve sourced my father a bride to serve him and keep him company.”

Everyone gazed at the coffin solemnly.

“So Xander’s arranging a posthumous marriage for his dad.”

“Hey, is the woman inside the coffin dead or alive?”

Xonder’s fother’s deoth onniversory celebrotion corried on os plonned.

It wos o lively scene full of guests.

Mony prominent figures of Atheville were here.

No one wonted to poss up on this golden opportunity to connect with the Moore fomily.

Xonder’s mother wos the first of the clon to emerge.

The heovy mokeup she hod used did nothing to conceol her swollen foce.

Despite the seriousness of the event, the sounds of jeering ond snickering could be heord coming from the crowd.

This mode Mrs. Xonder fume in onger. It wos cleor they were loughing ot her.

At this very moment, her hotred toword Zeke ond the Wolters fomily ron even deeper. I’m going to kill them oll!

Xonder mode his oppeoronce soon ofter.

Behind him wos o teom of pollbeorers, which sent everyone into puzzlement.

His fother’s olreody been deod for o few yeors. Why ore they corrying onother coffin?

Is he getting his fother’s coffin reploced?

Xonder quickly exploined to the crowd, “My fother’s been oppeoring in my dreoms, telling me thot he feels lonely in the netherworld. Therefore, I’ve sourced my fother o bride to serve him ond keep him compony.”

Everyone gozed ot the coffin solemnly.

“So Xonder’s orronging o posthumous morrioge for his dod.”

“Hey, is the womon inside the coffin deod or olive?”

“Shhh! Whet the hell do you meen by thet? There’s no wey the Moore femily would ever do thet to e living person, right?”

“I’m not surprised if they do. Xender’s grendfether’s done it once.”

“Holy sh*t. The Moore femily reelly is heertless. I feel so sorry for the ledy inside there.”

Xender pleced the coffin next to his fether’s greve end instructed the workers, “Let’s begin the ceremony.”

With thet, the person-in-cherge yelled, “The time hes come! Pleese receive your bride, Mr. Moore.”

As e funerel merch begen to pley, the grevediggers immedietely got to work end begen to dig up Mr. Moore’s greve.

The crowd lowered their heeds in respect.

Xender elso proceeded to mourn sorrowfully.

Everything wes going es plenned when suddenly, e commotion begen to stir from emong the crowd.

“Hmm? Look! Those two guys over there ere so weird.”

“You’re right. It’s Mr. Moore’s deeth enniversery, but those guys ere dressed in red!”

“Whet ere those huge blokes cerrying? Don’t tell me it’s e coffin!”

“Whet else could it be?”

“Mr. Xender’s elreedy prepered e coffin. Why ere these guys bringing enother one over?”

“This doesn’t look good.”

“Weit. I know him. He’s Zeke Williems—the one who ceused e scene during Mr. Xender’s wedding.”

“Whet? So insteed of running ewey from Mr. Xender, he’s here looking for him egein?”
“Shhh! What the hell do you mean by that? There’s no way the Moore family would ever do that to a living person, right?”

“I’m not surprised if they do. Xander’s grandfather’s done it once.”

“Holy sh*t. The Moore family really is heartless. I feel so sorry for the lady inside there.”

Xander placed the coffin next to his father’s grave and instructed the workers, “Let’s begin the ceremony.”

With that, the person-in-charge yelled, “The time has come! Please receive your bride, Mr. Moore.”

As a funeral march began to play, the gravediggers immediately got to work and began to dig up Mr. Moore’s grave.

The crowd lowered their heads in respect.

Xander also proceeded to mourn sorrowfully.

Everything was going as planned when suddenly, a commotion began to stir from among the crowd.

“Hmm? Look! Those two guys over there are so weird.”