His Lordship Alexander Kane

There were over 20 muscular Dorvall family bodyguards dressed in suits. They were clearly skilled

fighters, and each had a menacing demeanor, ready to pounce.

“Wait!” Zoe raised her hand suddenly, gesturing for the group of bodyguards to hold off for a moment.

Then, she glared at Amber and taunted her viciously, “Do you feel a glimmer of hope now that this

worthless man has returned from the military?”

Then, she added maliciously, “Do you know what he’s been up to? He went to the Tempest Hound

Stadium, fed Vernon to the dogs, killed three Tibetan Mastiffs that Grandpa loved so much, and injured

many spectators. He got into all sorts of trouble! Not only that, but he also hit Herbert and me! Based

on these actions alone, it’s enough to kill your entire family!”

Amber’s lips quivered. Then, she glanced at Alexander beside her, her face filled with despair.

Alexander had been impulsive. Far too impulsive!

Given his behavior at the bathhouse, Amber could guess that Zoe’s accusations were not baseless.

Alexander was more than capable of such actions!

Alexander ignored the others, and his gaze locked onto Amber’s eyes as he assured her softly, “Don’t

be afraid, Amber. I’ve got everything under control.”

“Zoe,

attack, but you intervened. That can’t be

What are you trying

anger, Herbert also chimed in, “He’s right, Zoe. I

stopped the bodyguards.”

as she

registry several times but couldn’t get his information.

back,

because he went to war, our marriage

the divorce alone. He must agree

frowned and

aback, but she quickly assumed an arrogant demeanor. “Alexander,

and I are willing to spare your life today. We’re

However, you must

Alexander chuckled.

those in the military, not to be trifled with. Moreover, given

want a divorce

Alexander—known as the Lord of War—held a status equal to the ruler of Wyverna.

Ol’ Mare’s registry, none of the intelligence agencies

trace of his information.

was foolish

you say? Is that all you’re asking for?” Alexander, cradling Olivia and twiddling

a divorce, and so do I. Isn’t that

you and I did